"A Brief Dissertation On A Night Spent Talking In A Boston Accent" lyrics

I won't cut my hair
In hopes that all I ever was
Will grow alongside
Who I am today.

'Cause all I'll ever be is a
Gas station bouquet of roses
A last minute thought
And a waste of air.

I won't smile a lot
But I won't cry,
And I sure as hell won't let anyone inside

I still don't sleep most nights,
Not because I'm scared,
But because I'm not alive