cut my hair

Maybe if I got more drunk I could say the things That shouldn't slip out Maybe on a late spring night I could've figured it out Grow out my hair For a year or two I've been keeping secrets from you Break my wrists If they ever freak you out Cover up my skin Drown me out It's far too cold Lavender right under the snow Freezing in my clothes I don't wanna go home Washing out stains from my clothes This used to be my favourite short What happened to all those years Of thinking I'd feel less alone? Grow out my hair For a year or two I've been keeping secrets from you Break my wrists If they ever freak you out Cover up my skin Drown me out Cut my hair If I don't look the part Crush my wrists If they freak you out Cut my hair If I don't look the part Crush my wrists If they freak you out