I don't even know you, I walk in your shoes
You don't even know me, I'm wearing your clothes
Everything I wear now belongs to someone else
I got this weird fetish
Of wearing other people's stuff
Thrift store clothes
It's still got your magic Embedded in the fabric
It's still got your aura
Living in the clothes
And now that you're dead now And I got your jacket
Now I got your aura
Magic in the fabric
Thrift store clothes