Haircut - Kevin Devine

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