[Verse 1]
Cut with dull scissors and tied with a ribbon
Curated under the glass of my pendant
You always said you hated the things you can't control
Like all the wild hair that grows from your follicles

[Chorus]
I've been collecting pieces of your hair
To tuck away in the locket that I wear
Pretty strands that grew in your youth
Pieces that I'll always hold on to

[Verse 2]
Sweeter than a vial of your blood
Will never dry or disintegrate
Pieces you'd tie back when we made love
Now slipped away where they loyally wait

[Pre-Chorus]
When you're old, grey, and diseased
I'll still have parts of your young body
The one you lived in when you loved me
The rest of you now decomposing

[Chorus]
I've been collecting pieces of your hair
To tuck away in the locket that I wear
The pretty strands that grew in your youth
Pieces that I'll always hold on to
[Post-Chorus]
One day, you'll be dead and embalmed
But bits of you will be existing on
The pretty strands that grew in your youth
Pieces that I'll always hold on to