Friday, March 28, 2008
Hair Supply
Im lying alone with my hair shaped like a phone
Thinking of you till it hurts
I know you gel too but what else can we do
Tormented and torn apart
I wish I could carry your boobs in my heart
For times when my life seems so douchey
It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring
When today doesnt really know, but is so douchey,
(chorus)
Im all out of gel, Im so lost without spikes
I know you were right, believing for so long
Im all out of gel, what am I without hair
I cant be too late to say I was so damn douchey…
