The last thing you ever bought me Was a beige and fuzzy vest I put it in the dryer And it turned into a matted mess
I spent hours and hours
Combing out the tousled furr
Hoping I could mend what was burnt and tangled
But that’s exactly what we were
I cried and cried and I didn’t know why
This immaterial vest was no longer new
And it would never look the same
As the day I received it from you
