Feeling some kind of way

VERSE 1 I grabbed it off the chair when the sun came up, Said, “It’s cold in here,” but that was half made up. Sleeves past my hands, buttons hanging on wrong, Smelled like cedar, smoke, and you all night long. I was gonna give it back, I had every good intention, Then I caught my reflection and forgot to mention, This old red plaid looking way too right, Might be yours, baby, but it’s mine tonight. PRE-CHORUS I don’t get all soft, I don’t fall that fast. But this thing’s got a hold on me, And I ain’t talking ’bout the snaps. CHORUS Wearing your flannel shirt, feeling some kind of way, Like I wanna make coffee and maybe make you stay. It’s hanging off my shoulder, got me losing my mind, A little too big and fitting just right. I said I don’t do feelings, yeah, well, that didn’t work, Now I’m barefoot in the kitchen wearing your flannel shirt. VERSE 2 My mama said, “Girl, you sound different today,” I said, “It’s probably laundry detergent and a little bit of blame.” She laughed like she knew, I changed the subject quick, But I was smiling at my phone when your name came in. you said, “You seen my shirt?” I said, “No, that’s weird.” While I’m wrapped up in it, grinning ear to ear. If you want it back, you better come get it yourself But I might make you leave something else. PRE-CHORUS I don’t get all sweet, I don’t melt on cue. But there’s something ’bout the way it feels Like being close to you. CHORUS Wearing your flannel shirt, feeling some kind of way, Like I wanna make coffee and maybe make you stay. It’s hanging off my shoulder, got me losing my mind, A little too big and fitting just right. I said I don’t do feelings, yeah, well, that didn’t work, Now I’m barefoot in the kitchen wearing your flannel shirt. [Guitar solo] BRIDGE Maybe it’s the cotton, maybe it’s the smell, Maybe I’m in trouble, but I’m wearing it well. Maybe it’s the way you looked at me last night, Like forever wasn’t crazy if I said it just right. I ain’t saying I love you, Don’t go writing that down. But if this is what missing you feels like, I might keep hanging around. FINAL CHORUS Wearing your flannel shirt, feeling some kind of way, Like I wanna make coffee and maybe make you stay. It’s hanging off my shoulder, got me losing my mind, A little too big and fitting just right. I said I don’t do feelings, yeah, well, that didn’t work, Now I’m dancing in the hallway wearing your flannel shirt. Yeah, you stole my heart, But I stole this first. Barefoot in the kitchen Wearing your flannel shirt. yeah... Come get it baby....