The Uncut Wristband

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Intro: solo acoustic jazz piano, left-hand ostinato

Verse

Three days. Still on.
Paper, orange, going soft.
It's got a number, a barcode, and my sweat.
I shower with my left arm in the air.
The girl at work said love, that's unsanitary.
I said I know. I know exactly what it is.

Verse

The scissors live in the second drawer.
I open it. I close it. I cook something else.
Monday, long sleeves, eleven hours.
Tuesday I didn't bother.
There's a thread coming loose at the seal
and I press it flat with my thumb, like a bruise.

Chorus

Don't cut it off me yet
(don't cut it off)
Don't cut it off me yet
(don't cut it off)

instrumental jazz funk soul

Verse

My mother cut my hair in the kitchen. Nineteen ninety-seven.
Said it'll grow, sit still, you're making this a thing.
Thirty minutes. One mirror. No say.
I was eight. I didn't have the word.
I'm not saying it's the same.
I'm saying my arm knows the difference now.

Bridge

Two hundred hands held me up over the barrier
and nobody asked me who I was.
Best four minutes of my adult life
and the proof is nine centimetres of wet paper.
You want me to file it. Bin it. Move on.
I've got a sink full of dishes I can live with.

Chorus

Don't cut it off me yet
(don't cut it off)
Don't cut it off me yet
(don't cut it off)

Verse

There's somebody else's warmth still in my hair.
Cigarettes and orange peel and a stranger's neck.
I never saw the main stage. Not once.
I found the map after. It was behind me the whole time.
I was facing the wrong way and I was happy.
Don't you dare call that a waste.

Bridge

Fine. Get the scissors.
Put them on the table where I can see them.
Leave them there.
Leave them there and let me look a while.
I'll do it myself.
I'll do it myself when I'm ready and not before.

Outro

I'll do it myself.
I'll do it myself.
I'll do it my—
I'll do it.
I'll do it.
(don't cut it off)
I'll—