I think I'm gonna bleach my hair again
This time I'll do it on my own
Wild how I'm packing up again
Wild how each day still feels so slow
I was driving into Columbia (South Carolina)
When I felt the bottom drop out from under me
Even surrounded by good friends (I love them)
I still feel so empty
This is a song for the pieces of yourself
That once you give away you can't get back
This is a song for the people who are cutting their hair
Who can't remember what they looked like with hair cut short