Notes

[Verse 1: Jake Ewald]

Dear long, dark hair

I write 'cause I know you'll forget

You could be sea-green in a wastebasket tomorrow

No repulsion toward

My premature indulgences

If you can't recall a word I said

[Bridge 1: Jake Ewald]

Not like those cheekbones

That crooked nose

No, those fellas stick around too long

Perpetuating every pathetic word that I would skew

Into song

[Verse 2: Jake Ewald]

She was my trophy shelf of slip-ups

My untamed, hormonal Loch Ness shitshow

On late night rotation for months on end

A brick-boot swimming lesson

In the deep end of my adolescence

Scrawling notes on the backs of my hands

[Bridge 2: Jake Ewald]

But I'll start fresh with you

Extracting the rusted attachments

Keeping the die-hard nuts, bolts, and screws

We'll go from Square One

With the wit of an old pro

And you can fill in the gaps

With whatever you know

My long, dark hair