Sweater

I’ve worn out my stay

My color’s not as bright as when I first came off that shelf

Feeling baggy & curling at the cuffs

But I’m in the back seat of the car when the time gets tough

That first few months it was a honeymoon

Matching me with favorite scarves and shoes

We were unstoppable, anything was possible                                                

When we walked into the room 

Everyone would take their time to swoon

They would stop and stare over at this beautiful pair

Flipping through magazines 

Checking out the next new thing

They say that summer is coming

And it’s time to get over that spring fling

I’ve worn out my stay

My color’s not as bright as when I first came off the shelf

Feeling baggy & curling at the cuffs

When will she say “enough is enough"

So I’ve been tossed in the giveaway bag

I hope someone will want me though I’m second hand

I might come back in style, though it may take awhile

Maybe cause I’m not stained or good things are too hard to throw away

So far my fate is not the garbage can

End of the week

All her clothes are sitting on the floor

She remembers me, pulls me out and says

“Once more for the good old times”

So she wore me to the diner on Saturday morning

Topping off the coffee the waitress said she has one just like me

Says she keeps it in her car when the storms hit without warning

Said its comfort is weaved in the memories 

Yes its comfort is weaved in the memories 

End of the week

All her clothes are sitting on the floor                                                                                             

She remembers me and says 

“I’m keeping you with me for the good old times”

I’ve worn out my stay,

My color’s not as bright as when I first came off the shelf

Feeling baggy & I'm curling at the cuffs

But I’m in the back seat of the car when times get tough

Yes I’m in the back seat of the car when times get tough

You can find me in that back seat when times get tough