[bad word]  I cut my hair
In a dream last night, you were there
Next to me, I heard you speak
With scissors in your hand

This addiction's not sweet no more
It's pleasant smile's [bad word] vicious sore
It's getting worse, this burning first love
Won't ever last

There's twelve boxes out in the hall
I know each one, I packed them all
With every single possession we have
Now hidden from view

I hear ten thousand voices sing to me
I hear their words roll on endlessly
Calling for change inside my head
We sing in unison

My head falls tangled in a knot
They won't unravel
I am dreading walking up,
Sitting on the bottom stair
Even if you're already half asleep
 [bad word]  I've grown my hair
Helps me reconcile this time of year
I'm without you for the very first time
And I've lost a lot of weight

And we have sung our last song
But that's okay, it's okay
'Cause I'm not writing anymore
I fold the page, I close the door

Another book for another year
Without you 
Without you... 
...Here