I woke up this morning and i cut my hair
It was getting way too long so i figured "I should cut it"
So i cut my hair
The way that you looked at me made me feel like someone else
I remember 6 and a quarter months ago when we found that municipal dump
You told me you'd never leave me
That neither you nor I would ever feel despair
But now my head is bare - my heart is filled with rocks that will confine me to this chair
If i could promise you one thing
I'll break this god damned chair
I'll start reading more and realize you're not that important to me
And your postcard will arrive 5 seconds late
But I won't be here to even see
I'll be 6 and a quarter miles away
Burning that filthy dump to the ground
The ghosts of you and me will be disturbed from that squalid place of lukewarm dreams and spectral desires
But i'm more concerned with temporal things
And I know your postcard didn't make it in time
I'll say i forgive you when you ask in 7 years
But we both know you're 6 and quarter years too late
And i've grown back a full, brown, beautiful head of hair
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