A Shirt Full Of Hope

It's been days making them weeks,
Hours passed with full of breaks,
You not knocking on my door makes me love sick,
All what I remain with is the shirt you last wore;

Sitting here eating my cakes,
Milk shakes and my corn flakes,
Feeding up all the fleshy stakes,
All what I remain with is the shirt you last wore;

Am stuck on you like the drum brakes,
Ducks and drakes will bounce on your great lakes,
Rise and shine I will be on your shinny bay,
All what I remain with is the shirt you last wore;

Missing the moments of us at the back stage,
Kissing and cuddling on the stare case,
Reaching the love sage in our romantic cage,
But now all what I remain with is the shirt you last wore.