Rent - Toy Boats

I gave you my sweater

It smells like cigarettes now

But never better

You kept it on your skin

It’s not cold where you’re going

But you think you’ll be freezing

I’m out of high-school now

It was nice of you to come out

I held your body in the sun

On the lawn until you were

All but gone

Is this what they call worse?

I’d love you to death

To keep my name on your tongue

I’d pay rent

(Verse Two)

Cold January even at twenty-six degrees

And I’m wearing my old shirts out

To try and feel how I felt

Like I did when I was young

I had that dream again

The one where you live under my floorboards

And you sing me to sleep with every off-key note

That you could breathe

Is this what they call worse?

I’d love you to death

To keep my name on your tongue

I’d pay rent