Haircut

I saw your haircut in a storefront:
The choppy sides and perfect bangs
I loved the way it framed the model's cheekbones
And the blank expression on her face

So I went inside and tried to buy it
But I got told, "It's not for sale."
I got embarrassed and I decked the sales clerk
I stole the wig and ran like hell

So I figured I would come and show you
So I kept running towards your house
Then, I remembered I don't know your address
At least, not the place you sleep at now

So I hurried home to get collected
To let the red flush from my face
I took out my notebook and I sketched you smiling
I like look at you that way

Then, I put your haircut in my closet
Next to the t-shirts and those cards you sent
I turned my lights out and I sunk in slowly
Counting sheep and breathing hard again

When it comes, it's ways too quickly
And it busts apart the faith I've grown
See, I can't stop myself from hurting you
So I guess I won't