You know that I’d cut my hair
If I knew that’s what you wanted
A lot of people might get scared
But you still get my engine running
But baby, I couldn’t let you know
Because you’ve still got me hiding
And only you could keep me waiting
While we’re just getting older
I’m just getting older
Cuz baby
My will is like a cold-blooded killer
It blasts a hole in my head
And dumps it into the river
This is the edge of wearing down
It always feels like I’m staring out
Of someone’s body who isn’t me
They keep me locked in
So that I can’t speak
This is the edge of breaking down
This kind of high
Really takes you out
It the kind of words I can’t really say
It’s the kind of person that I can’t be
To you, Babyhead! (So keep moving away)