Cut My Hair

And so I'm sat out the back
Caught faking a good time
Said you wouldn't have thought
I'd be here

I've never wanted to die
Little England's a good life
But lately the thought
Brings peace of mind

Something changed
But I don't know when
I hear it most
In the words not said
I can wait
But my hands won't rest
So I'll cut my hair

Something changed
But I can't pin it down
Subtle ways
That the truth bleeds out
I can't say
What I want out loud
But I can cut my hair

What's left if it ends?
Is there more than the milestones?
Oh, I wouldn't have thought
That I'd care

I'm sat facing away
Perhaps problem adjacent
Any deeper than that
And I'll go mad

Something changed
But I don't know when
I hear it most
In the words not said
I can wait
But my hands won't rest
So I'll cut my hair

Something changed
But I can't pin it down
Subtle ways
That the truth bleeds out
I can't say
What I want out loud
But I can cut my hair

Ah—
Ah—
Ah—
Ah—

Something changed
But I don't know why
I'm worn out
And I've lost your eye
What I say won't change your mind
I'll just cut my hair