In knots

I cut my hair

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My hair’s a mess

Tangled so you can’t run your fingers through it anymore

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I cut my hair

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I’ve been pulling it out

Trying to understand what the fuck you meant

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I cut my hair

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I miss my fingers being knotted with yours

Now they’re only knotted with worry and regret

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I cut my hair

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And my head is pounding

With bittersweet memories of you

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-s.g.

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