Got some offers to go out
some excuse to leave the house
we’ll be cradled by these 
overzealous cabs

I see reflections of you
in every other girl’s eyes
it's not the healthiest view
the doctors tell me why

Don’t fix your hair – it’s just me
Don’t fix your hair

Do you suppose – you’re never coming back to me 
I want you to know – it’s a tiny little tragedy
So stuck in your throat – (when you need them most) 
the words aren’t coming easily
My heart only knows – what it can balance easily

How do people start again?
how do people meet?
These simple, subtle arguments
our blankets take the heat
And in the deep night if I should scream
that you’re changing everything
(with this ritual of need)

Don’t fix your hair – it’s just me
Don’t fix your hair

Little reason for this – to matter very long 
with impermanence like this – we’ll trust things off and on
strangers take us home (for now)
you better explain yourself
best we explain ourselves – before the lights go out