i saw your haircut in a storefront 

the choppy sides and perfect bangs 

i loved the way it framed the model's cheekbones 

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 embarrased and i decked the sale's clerk 

stole the wig and ran like hell 

and i figured i would come and show you 

so i kept runnin' towards your house 

then i remembered i don't have your address 

least not the one you live at now 

so i headed home to get collected 

to let the red flush from my face 

i took out my notebook and i sketched you smilin' 

i like to think of you that way 

and i put your haircut in my closet 

next to your tshirts and your cards 

i turned the light out and i sunk in slowly 

countin' sheep and breathing hard 

but when it comes it's way too quickly 

and it busts apart the faith i've grown 

see i can't stop myself from hurtin' you 

so i guess i won't