[00:00.00] 作曲 : Modern Baseball[00:00.60]Dear long, dark hair,[00:03.53]I write cause I know you'll forget[00:06.74]You could be[00:08.64]Sea green in a wastebasket tomorrow[00:15.28]No repulsion toward my premature indulgences[00:22.21]If you can't recall a word I said[00:28.96]Not like those cheekbones[00:31.59]That crooked nose[00:36.49]No, those fellas stick around too long[00:42.73]Perpetuating every pathetic word that I skew into song[01:05.49]She was my trophy shelf of slip ups[01:09.85]My untamed hormonal Loch Ness shitshow[01:13.61]On late night rotation for months on end[01:20.77]A brick boot swimming lesson[01:24.03]In the deep end of my adolescence[01:27.88]Scrawling notes on the backs of my hands[01:34.69]But I'll start fresh with you[01:39.40]Extracting the rusted attachments[01:44.59]Keeping the diehard nuts, bolts, and screws[01:49.82]We'll go from square one[01:54.10]With the wit of an old pro[01:57.86]And you can fill in the gaps with whatever you know[02:06.10]My long, dark hair