Zachary Schomburg - Haircuts - 2 lyrics

We sometimes cry during the first haircut. Maybe it's the scissors. Or maybe it's not knowing why we're being asked to give up this part of ourselves that's the most alive. Your hair was so white it was barely there— a tiny white fog and then it wasn't there but then it was curly. Years later, we got little plants for everyone for Christmas because we were broke. They're all dead now— the plants, I mean. Except Grandma's. I saw it still on her sill in that photo you sent to me on the phone. It's like a race that doesn't end when we win.