Haircut

I saw your haircut in a storefront: The choppy sides and perfect bangs I loved the way it framed the model's cheekbones And 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 So I figured I would come and show you So I kept running towards your house Then, I remembered I don't 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 t-shirts and those cards you sent I turned my lights out and I sunk in slowly Counting sheep and breathing hard again When it comes, it's ways 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