Everything changes
there's nothing to hold onto
to grab to cling onto
but i look down and you're still there
the same moles knuckles and nails
why don't you run away
why not be free of this
why do you choose to stay
even if your dna is that way
it's still the same as when i was two
still the same as the time i got a concussion
still the same as when i fucked on a mountain
how would i brush my teeth without you?
You're still here
You're still here
You're still here
On my arm
I know you're not really the same
because i heard somewhere that
all the cells in our body change
die and regrow in seven years
you're not the same but you keep coming back
even though there's so much i lack
we're not the same but you've still got my back
sometime lets go and punch a watermelon
You're still here
You're still here
You're still here
on my arm
everything changes
i change next year i'll be a thespian
and then a lesbian gay man drag queen
town whore huge bore
I'll get a new haircut
a new boyfriend
move to a new town
and get a new job again
but
you're still here
you're still here
you're still here
on my arm
thank you
for loving me
enough to be
a part of this
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