Cut My Hair

And so I'm sat out the back

Caught faking a good time

Said you wouldn't have thought

I'd be here

I've never wanted to die

Little England's a good life

But lately the thought

Brings peace of mind

Something changed

But I don't know when

I hear it most

In the words not said

I can wait

But my hands won't rest

So I'll cut my hair

Something changed

But I can't pin it down

Subtle ways

That the truth bleeds out

I can't say

What I want out loud

But I can cut my hair

What's left if it ends?

Is there more than the milestones?

Oh, I wouldn't have thought

That I'd care

I'm sat facing away

Perhaps problem adjacent

Any deeper than that

And I'll go mad

Something changed

But I don't know when

I hear it most

In the words not said

I can wait

But my hands won't rest

So I'll cut my hair

Something changed

But I can't pin it down

Subtle ways

That the truth bleeds out

I can't say

What I want out loud

But I can cut my hair

Ahhh—

Ahhh—

Ahhh—

Ahhh—

Something changed

But I don't know why

I'm worn out

And I've lost your eye

What I say won't change your mind

I'll just cut my hair