Notes

Dear long, dark hair
I write cause I know you'll forget
You could be sea-green in a waste basket tomorrow

No repulsions for my premature indulgences
If you can't recall a word I said

Not like those cheek bones
That crooked nose
No, those fellas stick around too long
Perpetuating every pathetic word that I askew
Into song

She was my trophy shelf of slip-ups
My untamed, hormonal, Loch Ness shit show
On late night rotation for months on end
A brick-boot swimming lesson
In the deep end of my adolescence
Scrawling notes on the backs of my hands

But I'll start fresh with you
Extracting the rusted attachments
Keeping the die-hard nuts, bolts and screws
We'll go from square one with the wit of an old pro
And you can fill in the gaps with whatever you know
My long, dark hair



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Starnes Ewald, Brendan Taylor Francis Lukens, Ian Daniel Farmer, Sean Edward Huber
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