she's dying her hair black again
and singing that old song,
the scissors're coming out again
so something must be wrong.
she can't change anything else
about her life, it's out of her control.
so she changes everything about herself;
cutting pieces 'til she's whole.
the dye all washes down the drain
and the hair falls in the sink,
she's dying her hair black again;
this way she doesn't have to think.