not a breakup haircut but

i sure had to buy new clothes.

I needed to get high, find a new perfume,

New candles to burn in my room, a new phone,

A million new reasons to go back home,

to cooly cruise past places I used to go.

it’s been ages, so you’d never know,

how glad i am that life goes on,

But how fond I am of this part of my life,

though it’s gone.

in my opinion, the hair was dead weight.

It took up a lot of time I could’ve spent better.

It was my decision, but it felt more like fate,

I think I look fine, but whatever.

Before this, no one was paying attention.

Their eyes were always near, but never meeting mine.

I always hate it, but never mention,

How much I hate saying things a second time.

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