Tangled up in my jacket; I can't break free
This stupid thing has a history
Comfortable and messy as it clings to me
Seriously what've I done to me?
It's faded and old
All the baggage that it holds,
And I'm told it's too dirty
And to get rid of it
I know it's dirty
but I don't wanna wash it
Never take it off cuz
it has my best pockets,
Have you seen my mind?
Cuz I think I lost it