Yellow Hairs Yellow Stares

[pidusk]

Understanding what she said to me,
The black text punched from a handheld screen
"You're leaving so I'll go away," she cried
Through the town your speculation screams at me

I'm not going back to her

It's not that I've lost touch with what she gave to me
I still keep the flower she made behind my bedroom door
It's not that I've lost touch with what she did to me
I still can't stand to see her in the shadows of the bar

We're not coming back together

Just when I begin to miss her
That's the time I find her yellow hairs under my bed
Just when I begin to turn away
She calls me up and says, "Let's be about us again"

Well I'm not falling for it again

Yellow hairs yellow stares
Crawling up to my neck from below the darkened planks of my bedroom floor
Yellow hairs yellow stars
Calling through the wind trying to get me back to where I was before

Yellow hairs yellow stares
Yellow hairs yellow stares