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

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