So i saw a blue haired boy

Crossin the road the other day

I didnt say much of anything

He said he liked my hair,

Bleached but slightly green

I replayed the whole thing

Over and over and over and

Over and over and over and

Each time remembered it differently

Had i made a whole conversation up in my head?

Over the things i could've done or i could've said

Guess it makes sense when a poet

Doesn't know it in the moment

But writes a banger down on paper

Some time later

See, i know what to say, just not in the moment

Hey, blue haired boy,

Please come back my way

I finally know what to say to you ;)

I like your boots but your laces are coming loose

Hope you didn't trip since i didn't warn you

You've probably already forgotten about me and my hair thats blonde and bleached but slightly green

You've probably already forgotten about me and my hair thats blonde and bleached but slightly green