It’s impossibly ugly this sweater, But I wear it each week, No matter the weather, No matter how much my heart bleeds It was an old present, That she gave me before the fight, And one pleasant memory, To forget that dreadful night I miss that old smile, Or the sound of her laughter, But the smell of this sweater, Keeps her love long after I know that she’s gone, Don’t know when I will see her, But this old ugly sweater, I’ll wear when I meet her