The Herons - Coats Lyrics

I lend you coats
When you're not ready for the cold
And that's all the time
You almost never wear the ones you own

The one's I wear
I know you like them; that's alright
I'm told they smell nice
It's irony; are you aware

It's counterintuitive
Some ways are warmer walked alone
No frigid hand to hold
Nobody asking you to give
As this occurs to me
I wonder if my sleeves
Are what you really need
When you say you love me

O my closest friends
I have only ever tried to love you better
Now, I've been in places I now
Realize I cannot weather
Do you know the Giving Tree
It's by Shel Silverstein
When I've got nothing else
I'll try and tell myself
That somehow it made me happy

You don't lend me coats
Maybe I'm just a different size
Not that you'd try