I saw your haircut in a storefront The choppy sides and perfect bangs I loved the way it framed the models cheekbones And the blank expression on her face So I went inside and tried to buy it But I got told, Its not for sale. I got embarrassed and I decked the sales clerk I stole the wig and ran like hell So I figured I would come and show you So I kept running towards your house Then, I remembered I dont know your address At least, not the place you sleep at now So I hurried home to get collected To let the red flush from my face I took out my notebook and I sketched you smiling I like look at you that way Then, I put your haircut in my closet Next to the tshirts and those cards you sent I turned my lights out and I sunk in slowly Counting sheep and breathing hard again When it comes, its ways too quickly And it busts apart the faith Ive grown See, I cant stop myself from hurting you So I guess I wont
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