Lyric discussion by mdurante 

his Hanes t-shirt.... feels like him... smells like him...(probably hasn't washed it...) as soon as i heard the lyrics an intentionally repressed memory of my ex came flooding back... layered between his skin and the white oxford he wears to work...HANES T-SHIRT...whenever i had a bad day, he would take the t-shirt off him and put it on me... his cotton embrace. i felt safe and loved.
with nothing but his t-shirt on... some memories are repressed for a reason.

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