You placed meaning in my hair I swear it was not thinking of you The chair, I sit, I stare, Cockpit, blown hair, talk shit, go there You placed meaning in my eyes I sigh, they were not thinking of you The floor, my tea, the door, Hand me my phone please leave go home Keep your head To your head I hold scissors in my hands My plans are executed perfectly A shave, a snip, oh James My trip, a blade, my lip, unchained, fuck it You hold scissors in your hands Your plans are executed hastily How lame your grip, escape Oh shit, how tame that clip, oh blame shift it Keep your head To your head