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 embarrassed 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 t-shirts 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