I started growing my hair out when I met you.
The strands that had once curled under my chin
are freely flowing down my back.

My hair twists and tangles,
gets bushy before I can even blink
there's never a time I'm not running a brush through it.

I've hated the feeling of long hair ever since I was little,
snatching the scissors whenever I saw so much as a split end.
I shouldn't have let it linger this long.

But I like the way you play with my silky strands,
the way you smiled that one time you told me it was pretty,
the way you brush it out of my face before you kiss me

I started growing my hair out when I met you,
and just like my hair
my love for you will never stop growing