When I look in the mirror these days
I get the feeling that it’s getting colder outside
Then I realize it’s the feeling on top of my head
And all my happiness subsides

When I look in the mirror these days
I get the feeling that it’s getting colder outside
Then I realize it’s the feeling on top of my head
And all my happiness subsides

Now I’m pissed cause all the girls look at me
As if I have the goddamn bird flew disease
I don’t think I can take any more of this
I think I’m losing it

I look like Michael Jordan and Billy Corgan
Vin Diesel and Dr. Evil
Les Paul, Homer Simpson, and The Rock
A little like a whiter Kevin Eubanks,
a less angry Jamey Jasta
Should accept my hair fate?
Because I can’t see the reason that it is…

Falling out
Without a trace

Now I’m hanging on to dear life to the strands I have
Can’t seem to cut the entropy on my head in half
I’ve been dying, styling, and caring since the age of ten
It hurts the most when I think of how it was back then

It’s more then receding
I guess I’m believing
That I’ll have to just call myself…
Bald