Текст: Handheld. HandHeld. More Than Receding.

When I look in the mirror these days
I get the feeling that it?s getting colder outside
Then I realize it?s the feeling on top of my head
And all my happiness subsides

When I look in the mirror these days
I get the feeling that it?s getting colder outside
Then I realize it?s the feeling on top of my head
And all my happiness subsides

Now I?m pissed cause all the girls look at me
As if I have the goddamn bird flew disease
I don?t think I can take any more of this
I think I?m losing it

I look like Michael Jordan and Billy Corgan
Yoda and Alfred Hitchcock
Vin Diesel and Dr. Evil
Les Paul, Homer Simpson, and The Rock
A little like a whiter Kevin Eubanks,
a less angry Jamey Jasta
Should accept my hair fate?
Because I can?t see the reason that it is?

Falling out
Without a trace

Now I?m hanging on to dear life to the strands I have
Can?t seem to cut the entropy on my head in half
I?ve been dying, styling, and caring since the age of ten
It hurts the most when I think of how it was back then

It?s more then receding
I guess I?m believing
That I?ll have to just call myself?
Bald