Leftover Hoodie on the Chair

Left your hoodie on the chair Still smells like your cheap shampoo Coffee ring on my math notebook Circle where you once wrote "you" Why's your leftover hoodie Still talking so loud in this quiet room? Every loose thread pulling Little stories out of me and you I could fold it Hide it Toss it Try not to care But I'm living with your ghost In a leftover hoodie on the chair Found a movie ticket stub In the front left pocket Crumpled up You cried at the end I laughed too much Now the punchline’s catching up Why's your leftover hoodie Still talking so loud in this quiet room? Every loose thread pulling Little stories out of me and you I could fold it Hide it Toss it Try not to care But I'm living with your ghost In a leftover hoodie on the chair Maybe I'll box it up (one day) Write "donate" in black on the side Tonight I just turn off the light Let it keep your place Like you’ll be back inside Why's your leftover hoodie Still talking so loud in this quiet room? Every loose thread pulling Little stories out of me and you I could fold it Hide it Toss it Try not to care But I'm still saving a seat For you and the hoodie on the chair