Zachary Schomburg - Haircuts - 3 lyrics

I used to talk to Dad as he stretched his legs forever in the living room before jogging. It seemed like he could stretch all day long. If you do the math, maybe whole years were spent just stretching, pivoting his upper body slowly across the plane of his legs. The three of us were so ready to love you. I couldn't sleep at night imagining you. I thought you'd look exactly like me, like another me, same face, same arms, same hair, riding in my backpack. But when you arrived— my last day of 7th grade, you were a girl. You had nothing like the moon for hair.