The Shirt on the Chair

You said don't make a drawer for me
I laughed and let it go
We could keep our lives in order
If we kept our luggage close
Then you left before the laundry
And the room forgot the rules
There was cotton on the chair back
There was something I could lose

The shirt on the chair
Is staying longer than you
I can fold it, I can wash it
I can't tell it what to do
The shirt on the chair
Makes a room for you

You said bring it by on Friday
Like returning borrowed change
I said sure, I'll be out that way
I had nowhere near that place
Held it in a paper shopping bag
Waited while you found your keys
You said keep it for the cold nights
Like the cold was all I'd mean

The shirt on the chair
Is staying longer than you
I can fold it, I can wash it
I can't tell it what to do
The shirt on the chair
Makes a room for you

I could ask a simple question
Risk the answer you might give
Is there any room you picture
Where the two of us could live?

The shirt on the chair
Is staying longer than you
I can fold it, I can wash it
I can't tell it what to do
The shirt on the chair
Makes a room for you

The shirt on the chair
I put mine beside it too