Текст песни 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 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).
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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 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.