You left your hoodie on the back of the chair

Three weeks ago, and I swear it still smells like your skin.

I told myself I'd wash it, but I just stand there and stare —

'Cause once it's clean, the last of you disappears within.

I pull the sleeves over my hands at night,

Pretend it's your arms wrapped around my waist.

The fabric's getting loose, the color's fading light,

But your ghost still fits perfectly in place.

(Pre-Chorus)

And I know it's pathetic, I know it's not healthy,

Holding onto cotton like it's something else.

But the world's moving on, getting busy and wealthy,

And I'm here, hugging a sweater, telling myself...

(Chorus)

You're still on the floor where you fell that night,

Still in the fibers, still in the light.

I could wash the stains, I could clean the thread,

But I'd wash you out of my head instead.