You Testo

I wear your shirt like I was running away from you,
'Cause I like to keep the good things

I know you're hurt,
and I'd like to sit right next to you,
But you'd only say the worst things
and every city was our city
Like every road was our own
and you loved me like you knew you'd miss me,
It's like every breath I'd see you go
Wild flowers you brought me...