i saw your haircut in a storefront 
the choppy sides and perfect bangs 
i loved the way it framed the model's cheekbones 
the blank expression on her face 
so i went inside and tried to buy it 
but i got told it's not for sale 
i got embarrased and i decked the sale's clerk 
stole the wig and ran like hell 
and i figured i would come and show you 
so i kept runnin' towards your house 
then i remembered i don't have your address 
least not the one you live at now 
so i headed home to get collected 
to let the red flush from my face 
i took out my notebook and i sketched you smilin' 
i like to think of you that way 
and i put your haircut in my closet 
next to your tshirts and your cards 
i turned the light out and i sunk in slowly 
countin' sheep and breathing hard 
but when it comes it's way too quickly 
and it busts apart the faith i've grown 
see i can't stop myself from hurtin' you 
so i guess i won't