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 headed 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
Writer(s): Russell Smith, Chris Bracco, Mike Skinner, Amy Bracco, Kevin Patrick Devine, Margaret White, Carey Brandenburg
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