gonna grow my hair for the last time
then it's adieu to 'em strands
things become more interesting that way
bit more poignant
touch more allure
way way static
and on my way out the shop?
see you from across the road
meet you halfway halting traffic to a standstill
and embrace the fuck outta you
tie a knot with my hands behind your back
and out of the blue
some fella with big lens will capture our scene
ok i'ma bark at my thoughts now
tell 'em to recoil back into my conscience
take my ass to my fav cafe
and after a couple whisky's
when i feel a buzz in my head
and air all over my scalp
i'll make for the toilet
fixate on the mirror
with thoughts, accusations, doubts and a touch of enemy humour swirling the insides of my skull
....just turn into stone
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