Beware There Are Jets

I put it in my hair
She said to wet it first and make sure to brush back what you can
She says she wants to see my face tonight
I sit up in my chair, I couldn't tell if I shouldn't care but feeling well
I connected all the dots and was taking a breather by the hillside
Oh my lord, it's her form and those eyes and her curls
Yeah, this girl is a whirlwind
Beware: there are jets
They're screaming in the background
I'm singing with my back facing the crowd and we're loud as shit
I've got this scene in my head: your father, who wouldn't understand, he says
"Tell me, what do you want to get out of your next four years in school?"
What? You didn't hear? I sold my soul to record executives on the one-hundredth floor of a monolith in the Western theatre
And now he's coming for my head
And now he's come for my head
And now he's coming for my head