Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Boy Considers His Hair Cut, artist - Spanish Love Songs. Album song Buffalo Buffalo, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 14.11.2017
Record label: Uncle M
Song language: English
The Boy Considers His Hair Cut |
My dad says that I’d probably have more fans |
If I could learn to sing about some happier shit |
Instead of wallowing in my shortcomings |
My gross insecurities, be less narcissistic |
Maybe show some humility |
My mom sighs «wow» from under her breath |
She wonders how the hell I can live like this |
My shelf life, it expired months ago |
But I keep tricking the ones |
I claim to love into these situations |
Like I’m walking backwards, these wasted years |
I’m walking backwards, these wasted years |
And still nobody knows my name |
My shitty songs, or my chubby face |
I want to know how to be okay |
Do the things that people do to find a home in the end |
'Cause I’ve lived my whole life so afraid of getting hurt |
That I’ve never really been hurt |
And the best I can hope is to zone out in a room |
Full of people that I don’t know |
On a hospital bed, is that too obvious? |
I can say I want to heal, I can say I want to change |
But really |
Well, I want to wake up and maybe be better |
I want to come through and not be second guessed |
I want to find the money to fix my nose |
And learn to breathe without pacing |
I don’t want to be depressed |
I want to find a haircut that fits me |
That hasn’t been co-opted by Nazis |
I’ll settle for some rest, I want to move on |
I want to feel more important |
I’m trying to be fine |
I swear I’m trying to be my best |
Well, I want to wake up and maybe be better |
I want to come through and not be second guessed |
I want to find the money to fix my nose |
And learn to sing without pacing |
I don’t want to be depressed |
I want to find a haircut that fits me |
That hasn’t been stolen by Nazis |
I’ll settle for some rest, I want to move on |
I want to feel more important |
I’m trying to be fine |
I swear I’m trying to be my best |
I’m walking backwards, these wasted years |
I’m walking backwards, these wasted years |
And still nobody knows my name |
My shitty songs, or my chubby face |
I want to know how to be okay |
Do the things that people do to find a home in the end |