Haircut

i saw your haircut in a storefront

the choppy sides and perfect bangs

i loved the way it framed the model's cheekbones

the blank expression on her face

so i went inside and tried to buy it

but i got told it's not for sale

i got embarrased and i decked the sale's clerk

stole the wig and ran like hell

and i figured i would come and show you

so i kept runnin' towards your house

then i remembered i don't have your address

least not the one you live at now

so i headed home to get collected

to let the red flush from my face

i took out my notebook and i sketched you smilin'

i like to think of you that way

and i put your haircut in my closet

next to your tshirts and your cards

i turned the light out and i sunk in slowly

countin' sheep and breathing hard

but when it comes it's way too quickly

and it busts apart the faith i've grown

see i can't stop myself from hurtin' you

so i guess i won't