Stretch Marks

[INTRO] (Acoustic guitar taps) Let’s be honest… What are we even doing? [HOOK] Stretch marks. Dad fat. Bald heads. Plumber’s crack. Deflated dreams. And all that. Still trying to figure out How to love through that. Stretch marks. Dad fat. Life ain’t built for Instagram. Maybe growing old together Was always the plan. [VERSE 1] Consider the cellulite. Consider the blemishes. Beauty gets deeper When you stop trying to edit it. Emotions. Feelings. One time a month. What’s a little affection When enough ain’t enough? Sex… Is that all it’s about? Or do we just keep buying things To figure ourselves out? Money. Materials. New house. New couch. Trying to make love believable somehow. [PRE-HOOK] True love. Is that achievable? If so… How? [HOOK] Stretch marks. Dad fat. Bald heads. Plumber’s crack. Deflated dreams. And all that. Still trying to figure out How to love through that. [VERSE 2] Conversation about old relationships. Can we do that Without suspicion? Without turning into detectives On some secret mission? Checking phones. Checking messages. Checking who’s following who. Acting like trust issues Don’t eventually follow you. [BREAKDOWN] (Hip-hop violin) Who’s on the friend list, bro? Who keeps snapping you? Who’s in the DMs? Who you talking to? Hold up… Maybe the question ain’t them. Maybe it’s you. [VERSE 3] How many of us Can sincerely grow? How many of us Love enough to let go? How many of us Allow somebody else To become themselves? Without needing control? Without needing a role? Without needing them To fit the mold? [FINAL HOOK] Stretch marks. Dad fat. Life ain’t built for Instagram. Maybe growing old together Was always the plan. Stretch marks. Dad fat. Bald heads. Plumber’s crack. If love survives all that… Then maybe that’s love. [OUTRO] (Acoustic guitar) Maybe that’s enough.