Storm took the phone lines down
And now your ride can’t call
And you’re bouncing off the walls
I stretched my arms real wide
Tried to break your fall
But you got up mad as hell, told me that I had it all
I tried to heal your wounds
Just to say I helped
Just to say that some small fame ain’t made me someone else
It ain’t a high road now
Just uneven ground
And I ain’t even around to slow your speeding down
You told me if a lie turned true
A lie it would still be
You ain’t a goddamn hero now cuz you cry on live TV
But at least I got a soul still
Even if I’m in a bad place
Even if I’m eating fast food
Sleeping at my dad’s place
I’m happy for your haircut
I’m glad you got your act cleaned
But you’re showing up like bad news
And leaving like a bad dream
Help me if it helps you sleep
Don’t need your cosign now
Oh, we get along just fine
For two hundred years we laid bricks in the dirt
Put solar in the copper mines
You grew your hair out long
Now you think you’re Jesus Christ
Ain’t nobody mistaking your guilt for some great sacrifice
Got bored in the New Hampshire space
You left us for the New York Times
Now you stumble around like a ghost, tellin’ people how you died
You told me if a lie turned true
A lie it would still be
You ain’t a goddamn hero now cuz you cry on live TV
But at least I got a soul still
Even if I’m in a bad place
Even if I’m eating fast food
Sleeping at my dad’s place
I’m happy for your haircut
I’m glad you got your act cleaned
You’re showing up like bad news
And leaving like a bad dream
Help me if it helps you sleep
Help me if it helps you write
Help me if it helps you leave
Help me if it helps you lie
Crying in the bathroom, baby
I drove your ass home
You walked into a haunted house
And got angry at the ghosts
We were fine without you baby
Long after you’re gone
Spare us all the pity love
Save it for the microphone
But at least I got a soul still
Even if I’m in a bad place
Even if I’m eating fast food
Sleeping at my dad’s place
I’m so happy for your haircut
I’m glad you got your act cleaned
But you’re showing up like bad news
And leaving like a bad dream
Help me if it helps you sleep
Help me if it helps you write
Help me if it helps you leave
Help me if it helps you lie
We were fine without you, baby
Haircut Sheet Music Noah Kahan
