Blonde Dasha

Dasha, look at me

You used to steal my clothes
Followed me where I’d go
And do just anything to get attention

Mom told us to play nice
But we just kept picking fights
Never really knew what I was missing

Then I moved away started to notice
How you’re not the same

Stop growing up cause I hate it
Came home to everything changing
Your hair got long
Got makeup on

And when did you make all these new friends?
And who’s this new boy you’re in love with?
Your hair got long
It all feels wrong
At least you’re still blonde

It feels so different now
We got things to talk about
Tell you everything cuz now you get it