Come on give me a break, what is the point if I stay?
There's not much I can say, I never really knew your mom anyway
And now she's crying in the bathroom
I'm standing on the back porch for support
And she's begging you not to cut your hair
'Cause curly hair don't look good short
And you've gotta do this now or you can never come home again
Yeah you've gotta do this now or you can never come home again, again
You got a rash on your neck just below the line
Where your shirt stops covering and leaves your skin bare.
It's such an unimportant detail that has nothing to do with anything
But it's the only thing I remember from when I cut your hair.
And you've got to do this now or you can never come home again
Yeah you've gotta do this now or you can never come home again, again
And there are not so many options, not so many ways that this could possibly end.
Yeah you've gotta do this now or you can never come home again, again