Dear long dark hair
I write 'cause I know you'll forget
You could be
Sea green in a wastebasket tomorrow

No repulsion towards
My premature indulgences
If you can't recall a word I said

Not like those cheekbones
That crooked nose
No, those fellas stick around too long
Perpetuating every pathetic word that I eschew into song

She was my trophy shelf of slip-ups
My untamed hormonal Loch Ness shit-show
On late night rotation for months on end

A brick boot swimming lesson
In the deep end of my adolescence
Scrawling notes on the backs of my hands

But I'll start fresh with you
Extracting the rusted attachments
Keeping the die-hard nuts, bolts, and screws
We'll go from square one
With a wit of an old pro
And you can fill in the gaps
With whatever you know
My long, dark, hair


Lyrics submitted by MikeGallo

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