I'm so flippant when it comes to my hair. I grow it out, then chop it off, then try something else. This time, I decided to chop off the front. Since then, this song (by the ever-awesome TMBG) has been playing in a continuous loop in my head:
Bangs
Above your eyes your hair hangs
Blow my mind, your royal flyness
I dig your bangs
Bangs
To drape across your forehead
To swing concordant angles
As you incline your head
And although I liked you anyway, check out your haircut
A proscenium to stage a face that needs no makeup
Bangs (bangs)
Are that on which the world hangs (bangs)
I'm only holding your hand (bangs)
So I can look at your
Bangs