I was a baby and I knew who you were
I just didn't know anything about you
So I stumbled my way through the ages
I stumbled my way through
When I was five years old I didn't know how to brush my hair
It was too much, always tangled, always too curly
Always in my face, always in the way
Funny how some things never change
Only now when I brush my hair you stare at me
And wonder how such a melancholy baby landed at your feet
Wonder how we both got here
And how my hair hasn't swallowed you up already
But little do you know, it already has
And that is why you live in my head with the rest of my dreams
Caressing my body at night while I sleep