Haircut Lyrics

Storm took the phone lines down and now your ride can't call And you're bouncing off the walls I stretched my arms real wide, tried to break your fall But you got up, mad as hell, and told me that I had it all I tried to heal your wounds just to say I helped Just to say that some small fame ain't made me someone else It ain't a high road now, it's just uneven ground And I ain't even around to slow your speedin' down You told me, "If a lie turned true, a lie it would still be" You ain't a goddamn hero now 'cause you cry on live TV But at least I got a soul still, even if I'm in a bad placе Even if I'm eatin' fast food, sleepin' at my dad's place I'm happy for your haircut, I'm glad you got your act clеan You're showin' up like bad news and leavin' like a bad dream Help me if it helps you sleep I don't need your cosign now, oh, we get along just fine For two hundred years, we laid bricks in the dirt, put solar in the copper mines You grew your hair out long, now you think you're Jesus Christ There ain't nobody mistakin' your guilt for some great sacrifice Got bored of the New Hampshire space, you left us for the New York Times And now you stumble around like a ghost, tellin' people how you died You told me, "If a lie turned true, a lie it would still be" You ain't a goddamn hero now 'cause you cry on live TV But at least I got a soul still, even if I'm in a bad place Even if I'm eatin' fast food, sleepin' at my dad's place I'm happy for your haircut, I'm glad you got your act clean You're showin' up like bad news and leavin' like a bad dream Help me if it helps you sleep Help me if it helps you write Help me if it helps you leave Help me if it helps you lie Crying in the bathroom, baby Drove your ass home You walked into a haunted house and got angry at the ghosts We were fine without you, baby, long after you're gone Spare us all the pity, love, save it for the microphone Oh But at least I got a soul still, even if I'm in a bad place Even if I'm eatin' fast food, sleepin' at my dad’s place I'm so happy for your haircut, I'm glad you got your act clean You're showin' up like bad news and leavin' like a bad dream Help me if it helps you sleep Help me if it helps you write Help me if it helps you leave Help me if it helps you lie We were fine without you, baby Despite all odds, that was great