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I want gray hair and all - Mellow Vibes Radio
Found a gray hair this morning, held it to the light.
You looked over, said it suited me just right.
I rolled my eyes, you meant it, didn't waver once.
Just reached over, tucked it back with all your understated stunts.
Making me feel beautiful in ways I don't expect,
ways that have nothing to do with perfect, nothing to protect from time, from time.
Like time is something we're not scared of.
I used to brace for aging like it was something to outrun.
Now I think about us older in the evening sun.
And it looks good, and it looks good.
I want gray hair and all.
Every year that finds us a little different than before.
Gray hair and all.
I want the version of us that time has given more depth to, more texture, more of the good stuff.
Earned every silver strand, a chapter, every line a lesson learned.
Gray hair and all.
Gray hair and all.
I think about us decades past this particular night.
Sitting on the porch we haven't found yet doing right.
By all the promises we haven't even made out loud.
Just the quiet ones we're living, just the unannounced vow.
Still being here, still finding something worth a laugh.
Still reaching for each other's hand on behalf of the years, of the years that keep softening everything beautifully.
I used to think the best years were the young and certain years.
Now I think the best ones have a little more grace, a little more years behind them, behind them.
I want gray hair and all.
Every year that finds us a little different than before.
Gray hair and all.
I want the version of us that time has given more depth to, more texture, more of the good stuff.
Earned every silver strand, a chapter, every line a lesson learned.
Gray hair and all.
Gray hair and all.
I used to think beauty had an expiration, had a date.
Past which I started trading in for something second rate.
But you look at me like time just keeps improving what it finds.
Like every year between us only deepens, only refines.
What we have, what we are.
Every year, another kind of star in the sky.
We keep building.
Beside me.
Every gray hair, every year.
I think about our soul sometimes.
Not in a sad way, in the best way.
Two people who chose each other young and kept choosing all the way through.
Sitting somewhere quiet, not needing to explain anything, just there.
I want every version of us, including the old ones, especially the old ones.
No fountain of youth needed for a love this rich.
Just the beautiful inevitability, just the switch from young and figuring to older and sure.
Just the gray hair, just the years, just us more behind them, behind them.
I want gray hair and all.
Every year that finds us a little different than before.
Gray hair and all.
I want the version of us that time has given more depth to, more texture, more of the good stuff.
Earned every silver strand, a chapter, every line a lesson learned.
Gray hair and all.
Gray hair and all.
Gray hair and all.
Right here.
Right here.
Every year.
Every year.
Still choosing you.
