I'll still give you haircuts if you let me.
We can forget we ever tried anything.
I'll sweep your hair up off the floor, seal it in a ziplock bag, and keep it in my top drawer.
But I'm just your haircut man now, so please come and sit down, and let me touch your hair in a perfectly, pleasantly, harmless, platonic way.
But I have to lay here on our couch and listen to you fuck every night.
I want to move out.
I want to move on.
Its not me you're sharing your room with anymore.
I want to move out.
I want to move on.
But I have to lay here on our couch and listen to you fuck every night.
I want to move out.
I want to move on.
Its not me you're trying new things with behind closed doors.
I want to move out.
I want to move on.