Il testo della Haircut

Kevin Devine

Data di rilascio : 20/08/2006

Durata : 0:02:54

Stile : Alternative

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 embarrassed and i decked the sales clerk.
I stole the wig and ran like hell.

And i figured i would come and show you,
So i kept running towards your house;
Then i remembered i don't have your address
(at least not the one you live at now).

So i hurriedd home to get collected,
To let the red flush from my face.
I took out my notebook and i sketched you smiling.
I like to think of you that way.

Then i put your haircut in my closet
Next to your t-shirts and your cards.
I turned the lights out and i sunk in, slowly,
Counting 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 hurting you,
So i guess i won't.