White Shirt
"I borrow it, Paul, I borrow it."
My Jamie would say that when he would wear my shirt, my hoodie, my undershirt.
Mornings MyFella insists everyone wear a shirt, we don't walk around shirtless. Especially not at the table for breakfast. Mornings MyFella and I would both have a white undershirt on and MyJamie would go get one out of MyFella's dresser.
I borrow it, Paul, I borrow it.
Sometimes he would put them on backwards. But always he would spill coffee.
There's the shirt yesterday afternoon. Hot Tennessee sun had made for my 3rd shower of the day and I opened the dresser drawer to take out a white undershirt.
Coffee stains on the neck.
I borrow it, Paul, I borrow it.
My Jamie would say that when he would wear my shirt, my hoodie, my undershirt.
Mornings MyFella insists everyone wear a shirt, we don't walk around shirtless. Especially not at the table for breakfast. Mornings MyFella and I would both have a white undershirt on and MyJamie would go get one out of MyFella's dresser.
I borrow it, Paul, I borrow it.
Sometimes he would put them on backwards. But always he would spill coffee.
There's the shirt yesterday afternoon. Hot Tennessee sun had made for my 3rd shower of the day and I opened the dresser drawer to take out a white undershirt.
Coffee stains on the neck.
I borrow it, Paul, I borrow it.
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