Wear me out like a T-shirt 
Wash me out with your trauma and toss me on the floor
I wrap your body with mine, conceal your fragility
And then you throw me away with absolutely no sympathy when you find something better

I’ve heard all your sighs from the drawer you’ve stuffed me in
You categorize me, put me in a box
What happened to when I was your favorite? Are you tired of wearing me now?
My pretty graphics have faded, and you’re cashing me out at an empty lot

I guess I wasn’t worth much to you…I hope I was at least $5
Each stitch of me can still hear you scream and holler when I didn’t fit you right
My fit is starting to feel a bit tight, rough to the touch
I never knew how much my mind’s patchwork would be affected by you…I guess being your comforting friend was just too much.

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