I gave you my sweater It smells like cigarettes now but never better You kept it on your skin Its 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 Till you were all but gone. Is this what the call worse? I'd love you to death. To keep my name on your tongue; I'd pay rent. It was a cold January even at 26 degrees And I'm wearing my old shirts out To try and feel how I felt like I did when I was young And 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. I'd pay rent.