[Intro]
Twenty-four summers
Twenty-four falls
Same two names
On the same house walls (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Met you rocking thrift-store kicks
Eating dollar slices on the bus bench, bliss
You laughed when the sauce hit your jeans
Said, "If you’re really with me, you’re with all of my seams"
Walk-ups, hand-in-hand, fifth floor walks
Arguing on sidewalks, making up with late-night talks
Shared one key, one drawer, one dream
You taped your poems on my door, made me believe
[Chorus]
Twenty-four years in the same old hoodie
Still hugging your shape, still smelling like you do
Every little wrinkle feels like proof you stood with me
When the world got cold, I just pulled it close to you
Twenty-four years and the thread still holding
Every “I’m tired,” every “I choose you”
If this is getting old, then let it keep aging
‘Cause every year older, I fall back brand new (back to you)
[Verse 2]
First crib had paint still wet
Rain in the window, couch on debt
You said, "We ain’t rich, but we’re rich in time"
Flipped boxed mac, candles, and called it fine
Two kids later, car seats, crumbs
Science projects spread where the vinyl spun
You’d fall asleep with the bills in your hand
Wake up, kiss me, say, "We still got a plan"
Saw you lose people, you still stayed kind
Held your shaking shoulders, swore you’d never stand behind
Every scar on your heart got a line on mine
Every bad night we turned into a punchline
[Chorus]
Twenty-four years in the same old hoodie
Still hugging your shape, still smelling like you do
Every little wrinkle feels like proof you stood with me
When the world got cold, I just pulled it close to you
Twenty-four years and the thread still holding
Every “I’m tired,” every “I choose you”
If this is getting old, then let it keep aging
‘Cause every year older, I fall back brand new (back to you)
[Bridge]
Here’s to the mornings
Coffee half cold, but you still glowing
Here’s to the evenings
Arguing ‘bout shows, then you fall asleep breathing
Here’s to the quiet
Where I hear your laugh in the fridge light humming
Here’s to the promise
“This ain’t a phase, this is forever coming” (yeah)
[Chorus]
Twenty-four years in the same old hoodie
Still hugging your shape, still smelling like you do
Every little wrinkle feels like proof you stood with me
When the world got cold, I just pulled it close to you
Twenty-four years and the thread still holding
Every “I’m tired,” every “I choose you”
If this is what forever really looks like, good
‘Cause I want year twenty-five right next to you (right next to you)