Your hair is growing long
Like this hangnail from my thumb
It's just things I keep around
To remind me you're in town
And I only have a minute
To convince you I'm not in it
It's the space between now and then
I always seem to find myself in
Your hair is growing long
Like this hangnail from my thumb
There's just things you can't wash out
Like those friends you talking bout
I only have a minute to
To convince you there's no winning
It's the space between now and then
I always seem to find myself in
You could be someone that I could have loved
All talk, no upkeep like you weren't unplugged
I should be fine with your Sticks and stones
Counting and laughing as you walk alone