[00:22.22]Cut with dull scissors and tied with a ribbon.[00:31.72]Curated under the glass of my pendant.[00:42.78]You always said you hated the things you can't control,[00:52.52]Like all the wild hair that grows from your follicles.[01:01.64]I've been collecting peices of your hair,[01:06.88]To tuck away in the locket that I wear.[01:12.75]Pretty strands that grew in your youth.[01:17.98]Pieces that I'll always hold on to.[01:27.04][01:33.44]Sweeter than a vial of your blood,[01:42.95]Will never dry or disintegrate.[01:51.42][01:53.47]Pieces you tied back when we made love,[02:02.80]Now slipped away where they loyally wait.[02:13.74]When you're old, grey, and deceased,[02:19.38]I'll still have parts of your young body.[02:24.76]The one you lived in when you loved me,[02:30.46]The rest of you now decomposing.[02:36.00]I've been collecting peices of your hair,[02:41.30]To tuck away in the locket that I wear.[02:46.70]Pretty strands that grew in your youth.[02:52.19]Pieces that I'll always hold on to.[02:57.88]One day you'll be dead and embalmed,[03:03.19]But bits of you will be existing on.[03:08.74]Pretty strands that grew in your youth.[03:14.48]Pieces that I'll always hold on to.[03:21.38]