The pants i wear

We grew fat in that apartment to small to hold us
One room and our clutter
Forcing us to never stop touching, as a necessity

We moved to bigger apartments
Growing a part with the space
Getting skinny, trying to find each other

I still wear her pants, and shirts
The ones I took after we lost the weight
After we moved into places, with out each other

I hardly think of them as hers anymore
But then I look down
And remember that they are, I was

From every night
To once a month, maybe

From, don’t leave
To, hey how you doing

Ive grown skinny, and fit in your cloths
You’ve grown up, and fit in the world

Plenty have tried to live in small houses with me
And she's had one or two herr self
But we know it only works, when it works

Thanks for the jeans and t-shirts.