Cycles

I let my hair grow out, cut my hair back down
It's a cycle
I let my hair grow out, cut my hair back down
Cycle

Bleachy smells on Saturdays
Cheap wine just to elevate the mood
Celebrate, without telling me
Tell me my mistake is gorgeous
Baggy eyes because the red wine always get's me nauseous
Changing back to back with autumn (Fuck)
There go pretty leaves down the shower drain
Old pictures prouder days
Wisps of bleach brown to beige
Down to grey
Streaks and straps to fix my head
A picturesque, pretty mess

I let my hair grow out, cut my hair back down
It's a cycle
I let my hair grow out, cut my hair back down
Cycle

I'm kinda fine without your xo xo
Read between the lines
Like I do your texts when going out in Flex
So I don't worry 'bout who's next, you know
Never could believe in life after love
Or lies after cheating
That's the last line you really get

Preach to the choir 'cause their intonation sucks
Why keep my phases locked?
Just one hell of an artist with a heaven worth of angel dust
Bleeding on the page like I got papercuts
Call you later, our connection's kinda breaking up
Fuck my make-up up
Confident and crisis-chic
Love and hate my mirror, cause she just can't keep her eyes off me
Silence please, grouchy about countless trends
Live however and go out with bangs

I let my hair grow out, cut my hair back down
It's a cycle
I let my hair grow out, cut my hair back down
Cycle



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Writer(s): Alina Pfundt
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