dashboard confessional

Your hair.
It's everywhere.
Screaming infidelities.
Taking it's wear.

your hair is everywhere, he says. i think of the song. he means it quite literally. before she comes over, he crams the sheets and bedspread into the washer or dryer. he learned to do that, the first time: it took me so long, he said, every time i turned the pillows over one last time, i found another strand. a hair doesn't mean anything i guess. but just in case, i sweep and take out the trash when she starts acting too unpredictable (crazy).

it seems to be the topic of the day. whose is this, pulling one long black strand out of his book. they know she has short hair, brown or i think i remember him saying it's blonde now. who knew it would be such an issue?