Cut My Hair

Been nine months Since I've cut my hair Nowhere to go No reason to care Been two weeks Since I've gone outside Can't go out Got nothing to hide At least it's starting to look good I'll just stay in Find somewhere to walk Knock out a couple of verses Try and make a song At least it's starting to look good Digging out the old notebooks The one filled with the band logos Looking through my old photos Regretting what I've gone and wrote I guess I should go and take some notes But I'm not so sure If I'm getting any better Or if I'm where I was before