Hair

I used to think there was just one puppeteer Pulling on all the strings But now it seems like we're all tugging on something And one big old tangled mess I feel some hair that's hanging off of me It's not mine nor do I want it to be I will pull for you if that's what you want me to do But I like to walk fast and I demand you allow me to I went from one reason to none To as many as I could argue And back to zero Because I could fight but I don't want to I'd rather recite my fate What I often offer gets trapped in how I speak By what I love or what I despise but usually by each I'm hung up on being untethered in a way that agrees with me With the door open With the door open I feel some hair that's hanging off of me It's not mine nor do I want it to be I will pull for you if that's what you want me to do But I like to walk fast and I demand you allow me to