Denim Steel by Lizzy Hardingham

First love is like your first pair of really good jeans

First love is like learning what they mean

To be unbending, to not need mending, learning how to thrive

To hold you close now, and then somehow last you through to forty-five

 

‘Cus that first love is denim steel

And that first love is learning how to feel

 

First love is like feeling the seam start to go

One, maybe two, maybe five years at the most is how long you’ve got left you know

The hem is fraying and what needs saying, you’re both afraid to say

‘Cus it’s fading, the colour’s shading as blue turns into faded grey

 

‘Cus that first love is denim steel

And that first love is learning how to feel

 

Though they still fit and the fit is still good you’re older and stronger and wise

And though you’ve changed, life has been rearranged, comfy was good at the time

And these new jeans, though they’re smart and stiff and clean 

The old ones will always be on your mind

 

‘Cus that first love is denim steel

And that first love is learning how to feel