I'm wearing your t-shirt tonight.
I saw it in the bottom of my locker.
It's still a little tight.
I can't remember if it was football or soccer,
But I'll wear it anyway, alright?
We didn't know each other well
But I still miss you, and I have to tell.
I don't know why I'm still thinking of you–
I mean, you've been gone for a year.
But part of me still believes it's not true.
Part of me still wishes you were here.
And I know you were drained,
And I know you were in pain,
But I want you to know,
Even though you had to leave,
You meant a lot to me, old soul.
And still do, if truth be told,
Even after your last breath
Took its final