I don’t want to see your before and after photos
I want to see the stretch marks
The beautiful craters that dip into your skin like blemishes on a surfboard
The dirt under your fingernails tells me you're the kind of girl that has a thirst for life and a wild spirit.
I want the waves in your hair to be the product of salt and sun
Not curling irons and hairspray
You can keep your diets, your expensive clothes and hair, your pretty cars, and your decked out Ikea homes.
I'm thirsty for substance
To lay next to you and hear about that time you really fucked up
To hear about your dreams and your plans to make them real
I'm not interested in your can'ts and shants
I'm here to support your "fuck yeahs!" and your "let's fucking do this!"
I'll cry with you and hold you if that's what you need
But I won't let you disappear
Because you're meant to be up here with me
Laughing with your whole body
and watching the sunset.