Cut my hair six months ago
Barely grown an inch
People ask me where I've been
Never went searching
Sleep Paralysis at 6am
This side is way too cold
Rather waste the time in my dreams
Then be standing with the mold
Packing up for the New York City
Til we meet again
And if its long for you to recognize me
Then you weren't really my friend
6pm and you're here again
I think I know this ends
And if it's long for me to recognize you
Then I wasn't really your friend