What can I tell you about the world? Nothing I could tell you in a word The time I cut my hair so it would look like yours What can I tell you about my love? Something we both knew before we touched I tried to make this space apart from everyone Feel no urge to discuss What can I tell you about disgust? No way I could speak to you enough Though casually you mention it, your face burns up And you hide it from everyone What can I tell you about the world? Nothing I could tell you in a word The time I cut my hair so it would look like yours