tonight I'm trimming
it doesn't matter where I've been
delay of shaving is
the unseen beard of this life
I remember one of my friends
telling me to go and shaaave...
water on my sink
there's a small cut on my face
if I shaved close at night
there's some beard coming my way
like someone seen my peach fuzz
but I didn't care to look that way
I just fixed my eyes into the mirror
it would have been strange to turn around
if you would tell me that I was shaving
then for a second I would think
just like I would try to consider
how it would feel to know
I have to get on with this
it's a decision for tonight
out to look for shavers
it is goatees on my mind
once I was someone new
I was shaving for a while
then with time I am changing
at least that is what they say
what is worth with having a beard here
I shave so often for a change