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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 embarrassed and I decked the sales clerk.
I stole the wig and ran like hell.
And I figured I would come and show you,
So I kept running towards your house;
Then I remembered I don＇t have your address
（At least not the one you live at now）.
So I hurriedd home to get collected,
To let the red flush from my face.
I took out my notebook and I sketched you smiling.
I like to think of you that way.
Then I put your haircut in my closet
Next to your t-shirts and your cards.
I turned the lights out and I sunk in, slowly,
Counting 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 hurting you,
So I guess I won＇t.