[00:00.60]Dear long, dark hair,
[00:03.53]I write cause I know you'll forget
[00:06.74]You could be
[00:08.64]Sea green in a wastebasket tomorrow
[00:15.28]No repulsion toward my premature indulgences
[00:22.21]If you can't recall a word I said
[00:28.96]Not like those cheekbones
[00:31.59]That crooked nose
[00:36.49]No, those fellas stick around too long
[00:42.73]Perpetuating every pathetic word that I skew into song
[01:05.49]She was my trophy shelf of slip ups
[01:09.85]My untamed hormonal Loch Ness shitshow
[01:13.61]On late night rotation for months on end
[01:20.77]A brick boot swimming lesson
[01:24.03]In the deep end of my adolescence
[01:27.88]Scrawling notes on the backs of my hands
[01:34.69]But I'll start fresh with you
[01:39.40]Extracting the rusted attachments
[01:44.59]Keeping the diehard nuts, bolts, and screws
[01:49.82]We'll go from square one
[01:54.10]With the wit of an old pro
[01:57.86]And you can fill in the gaps with whatever you know
[02:06.10]My long, dark hair