I think your hair looks better now that you've grown it out.
Let the curls that come natural breeze down your neck.
It looks like you belong in it.
Not like last year.
The way your hair, cut and lopsided,
German like the rest of you.
Spending time with people you knew weren't worth the honey soak on your hair.
I look next to me on your couch,
sideways and drunk,
notice the way our hair curls in the same directions.
How your kaleidoscope lamp lets the blonde reach out of our tips.
How the guitar on your lap leans to the middle of us.

I cut my hair two weeks ago.
I said it got in the way of performance,
but really I wanted you to see the way my hair curls natural breeze on my shoulders.