You wear denim like a second skin,
From jackets to jeans,
The indigo sinks in;
It’s as if all that blue wore off them,
And was dissolved right into you.
There are rips and tears,
That you didn’t put there,
I guess that’s also fair,
As it seems all your distress is acquired from others,
Not to say you didn’t look for them though.
You paid extra actually,
Especially for the ones that felt exceptionally real,
I think it could be seen as interesting for sure,
Though maybe it’s lost when that’s the idea?
I don’t know, I was always more of a fan of patches,
Each of them like their own little badges,
But I suppose that excuses me from showing too much skin,
Which is why those tears were even there to begin.
Maybe we’ll figure out a happy medium someday,
I always did say I’d like to collaborate.