By a beautician

by a beautician

(Verse 1)
Hairspray halo in the neon glow, bobby pins scattered like seeds I can't sow
Blowdryer hummin' a mournful tune, missin' the rhythm of your laugh in the afternoon
Mirrors reflectin' empty salon chairs, no silks and scarves, just echoes and empty stares
Used to weave magic with a lipstick wand, now I'm just dustin' memories off the salon stand

(Chorus)
Scissors snippin' at the threads of my heart, mascara tears stainin' a work of art
Empty shampoo bottles line the wall, like broken promises standin' tall
Curls gone limp, the shine all worn away, my love's a faded dye job, babe, won't stay
Got a beauty break I can't repair, ain't no brush-up fixin' the emptiness I wear

(Verse 2)
Polished nails tap a restless beat, can't seem to find the rhythm of your retreat
Glitter like tears on the salon floor, swept up memories I can't ignore
Used to paint smiles on faces like a pro, now my own canvas is cracked and low
My rouge and shadow, just a faded guise, hidin' the heartache in my tired eyes

(Chorus)
Scissors snippin' at the threads of my heart, mascara tears stainin' a work of art
Empty shampoo bottles line the wall, like broken promises standin' tall
Curls gone limp, the shine all worn away, my love's a faded dye job, babe, won't stay
Got a beauty break I can't repair, ain't no brush-up fixin' the emptiness I wear

(Bridge)
Maybe these shears ain't meant to clip my wings, maybe my heart needs a different kind of spring
Gonna trade my combs for dusty boots, follow the trail of your laughter and moonlit fruits
Maybe love ain't a style I can apply, but in your smile, darling, I see the light in my sky

(Chorus)
Scissors snippin' at the threads of my heart, mascara tears stainin' a work of art
Empty shampoo bottles line the wall, like broken promises standin' tall
Curls gone limp, the shine all worn away, my love's a faded dye job, babe, won't stay
Got a beauty break I can't repair, ain't no brush-up fixin' the emptiness I wear

(Outro)
But the sun's peekin' through the dusty blinds, and maybe this mirror ain't meant to define
Gonna leave these empty chairs behind, find your sunflower smile and leave the shadows behind
Cuz a beautician's heart, when truly stuck, finds its way back, even through the muck
Scissor tips gleam, a fresh start in sight, my love's gettin' a makeover, settin' things right