I got a haircut in the mail
The pungent scent I caught the trail
You're so much fun I wrote a letter
I think we're better off together

Cut off my ties

and sing me to sleep

the sirens below

make a deafening bleep

To caught up in life

To think of the thought

Of you making your way

To the nah, better lets not

Sever my pulse

One beat at a time

hold it and then

you'll sync up with mine

Perculating

Penetrating

Commiserating

All about you

Sionara

Seniorita

Seen it coming

All around you

Cultivating

Cults are mating

Killing beauty

All abound youth