Hair - Pile

I used to think there was just one puppeteer

Pulling on all the strings

But now it seems like we’re all tugging on something

And one big old tangled mess

I feel some hair that’s hanging off of me

It’s not mine nor do I want it to be

I will pull for you if that’s what you want me to do

But I like to walk fast and I demand you allow me to

I went from one reason to none

To as many as I could argue

And back to zero

Because I could fight but I don’t want to

I’d rather recite my fate

What I often offer gets trapped in how I speak

By what I love or what I despise but usually by each

I’m hung up on being untethered in a way that agrees with me

With the door open

With the door open

I feel some hair that’s hanging off of me

It’s not mine nor do I want it to be

I will pull for you if that’s what you want me to do

But I like to walk fast and I demand you allow me to