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i saw your haircut in a storefront |
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the choppy sides and perfect bangs |
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i loved the way it framed the model's cheekbones |
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the blank expression on her face |
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so i went inside and tried to buy it |
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but i got told it's not for sale |
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i got embarrased and i decked the sale's clerk |
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stole the wig and ran like hell |
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and i figured i would come and show you |
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so i kept runnin' towards your house |
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then i remembered i don't have your address |
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least not the one you live at now |
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so i headed home to get collected |
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to let the red flush from my face |
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i took out my notebook and i sketched you smilin' |
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i like to think of you that way |
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and i put your haircut in my closet |
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next to your tshirts and your cards |
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i turned the light out and i sunk in slowly |
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countin' sheep and breathing hard |
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but when it comes it's way too quickly |
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and it busts apart the faith i've grown |
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see i can't stop myself from hurtin' you |
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so i guess i won't |
