You've cut your hair nownIt's longer in the backnWith a face like Pluto, nDark & hidden behind those bangsnnSpiraling galaxies of smokenIn your mouth making bizarre shapesnWhen it squeezes from between your mostly closed lipsnnThose tight jeans wrapped around your legsnLike I remember our arms wrapped around eachothernYou smelling like Diesel or Gucci or something else goodnn& Those hands, Oh, those handsnOh manicured glory of Joshua my ghostnMy brother, my darling sweetest childnYou've cut your hair nownIt's longer than I remembernnWith eyes like Venus,nHigh & scary behind those contactsnBlasted with the reflection of the moon on this nightnBlasted with the longing look I supposenYour car will come back soon & I'll be here up NorthnBut I wanna be back, oh please, let me back with younnDigits sur moi, Digits et toinJe t'aime mon petite amourn