Heather — Lyrics

Maybe some girl named Heather Bought these jeans Low rise loose leg Circa 2003 She wore 'em everyday They're faded and they're stained And I kinda wonder why Did her boyfriend burn his hand in the pocket She patched it up It's red polka dotted Or Heather is a saint She likes her Levi's grey and so do I Goodwill Wearing the pants she never will again It looks like they had a good run Broke 'em in and then she was done And if one girl's trash is another one's treasure I'll wear 'em everyday and I think about Heather It's like they were made for me I was always gonna find 'em Whatcha call right place right time Almost didn't go I was blessed by the thrifting gods Going two years strong Name brand not the cheap knock offs Goodwill Wearing the pants she never will again It looks like they had a good run Broke 'em in and then she was done And if one girl's trash is another one's treasure I'll wear 'em everyday and I think about How we Grow up and grow out of a good thing Dropped 'em off Let 'em go no receipt Probably thinking they'll make some girl happy Got me praying Heather's jeans will always fit me Can be hit or miss with sizing And I could probably buy 'em new But they fit me better loved by you Goodwill Wearing the pants she never will again It looks like they had a good run Broke 'em in and then she was done They fit me now but not forever Hand me downs are only getting better And if one girl's trash is another one's treasure Wear 'em everyday and I think about Heather