You still wear your favorite sweater
Even thought it’s littered with holes
you wear your doodled on high tops
Even though you’ve worn out the soles

Sometimes you forget to use a brush
And your hair becomes a matted mess
and you spilled your cup of red kool-aid
all over your favorite white dress

But in spite or because of these things
you just became all that more stunning
not a single clumsy goofy thing you do
Would ever send me off running

Because I know you keep them around
for the sentimental value they’ve gained
so even when they got worn or broken
inside your heart they still remained

I’d love to be that newly stained dress
or to be that sweater or that shoe
because no matter how old I get
I always want to be important to you