Cut My Hair

And so I’m sat out the back Caught faking a good time Said you wouldn’t have thought I’d be here I’ve never wanted to die Little England’s a good life But lately the thought Brings peace of mind Something changed But I don’t know when I hear it most In the words not said I can wait But my hands won’t rest So I’ll cut my hair Something changed But I can’t pin it down Subtle ways That the truth bleeds out I can’t say What I want out loud But I can cut my hair What’s left if it ends? Is there more than the milestones? Oh, I wouldn’t have thought That I’d care I’m sat facing away Perhaps problem adjacent Any deeper than that And I’ll go mad Something changed But I don’t know when I hear it most In the words not said I can wait But my hands won’t rest So I’ll cut my hair Something changed But I can’t pin it down Subtle ways That the truth bleeds out I can’t say What I want out loud But I can cut my hair Ahhh— Ahhh— Ahhh— Ahhh— Something changed But I don’t know why I’m worn out And I’ve lost your eye What I say won’t change your mind I’ll just cut my hair