I'm your longest winter I'm your fingernail splinter I'm a holiday where all it does it rain I'm the dirt on your shoeses I'm the hurt in your bruises But I'm yours and I'm here, here to stay I'm your angry mother I'm your dumb wee brother I'm those kids at school who used to call you gay I'm the prick in your flower I'm your last working hour But I'm yours and I'm here, here to stay But if you ask me You will find That you too, are all these things in kind And I'm here to stay And you're still mine I'm your reheated dinner I'm old photos where you're thinner I'm your favourite white shirt when it gets stained I'm your unpaid taxes I'm your overdue waxes But I'm yours and i'm here, here to stay A slow wireless connection A limp lifeless erection I'm a tired love song full of cliches I'm your two weeks sober Then your worst hangover But I'm yours and I'm here, here to stay But if you ask me You will find That you too Are all these things in kind And I'm here to stay And you're still mine You're still mine