Lyrics A Brief Dissertation on a Night Spent Talking in a Boston Accent - Sorority Noise

A Brief Dissertation on a Night Spent Talking in a Boston Accent

I won’t cut my hair
In hopes that all I ever was
Will grow alongside
Who I am today.
'Cause all I’ll ever be is a
Gas station bouquet of roses
A last minute thought
And a waste of air.
I won’t smile a lot
But I won’t cry,
And I sure as hell won’t let anyone inside
I still don’t sleep most nights,
Not because I’m scared,
But because I’m not alive