No Trace

So this is it?
Leave me how you found me
Like a Botticelli
Faded just from looking at me
Is that enough?
To press your nose to soothe the yearning
Met with a cold, unflinching surface
I didn't feel a thing, I promise
Did your mama tell you
Good things come to those who wait
Don't impose
Leave no trace
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Not afraid
Of standing still in four-way traffic
Of rips and tears and failing fabric
You're still the one I wear each morning