He was wrapped up in my sweater
It wasn’t the weather
But he was wrapped up
Like Christmas in July
No pants on
Just my sweater
Wrapped up
In black and red
Under the mistletoe
In September
My dreams incepting
Prediciting
Inflicting (pain)
Counteracting
My November
Just Independence
Day in January
Fireworks on display
And his arms in my sweater
Laughing about the time
We had worn all leather
In June
All the horrors
The horror
The horror
HORROR SHOW
You were a horror
But I loved you and I together
Like I loved that sweater
He was wrapped up in my sweater
It wasn’t the weather
But he was wrapped up
Like Christmas in July
No pants on
Just my sweater
Wrapped up
In black and red
Under the mistletoe
In September
My dreams incepting
Prediciting
Inflicting (pain)
Counteracting
My November
Just Independence
Day in January
Fireworks on display
And his arms in my sweater
Laughing about the time
We had worn all leather
In June
