Текст песни Haircut

i saw your haircut in a storefront the choppy sides and perfect bangs i loved the way it framed the model's cheekbones the blank expression on her face so i went inside and tried to buy it but i got told it's not for sale i got embarrased and i decked the sale's clerk stole the wig and ran like hell and i figured i would come and show you so i kept runnin' towards your house then i remembered i don't have your address least not the one you live at now so i headed home to get collected to let the red flush from my face i took out my notebook and i sketched you smilin' i like to think of you that way and i put your haircut in my closet next to your tshirts and your cards i turned the light out and i sunk in slowly countin' sheep and breathing hard but when it comes it's way too quickly and it busts apart the faith i've grown see i can't stop myself from hurtin' you so i guess i won't