Scissors

Hold still, I’ll cut the gum away

Tears in your eyes, scissors in my hands

I’ll be careful I swear

Let me kiss the roots of your hair

I don't mind standing here

For you I’d grow a hundred arms

Take your turn, give me a trim

I needed a haircut anyway

We’re both losing some today

I’ll let you kiss the roots of my hair

I don't mind sitting here

For you I'd live a thousand lives

And we would laugh, and we would cry, and sympathy would be on our side