So I saw a blue harid boy
Cronssin the road the other day
I didn't say much of anything
He said he like 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
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 don't warn you

You've probably already forgotten about me and my
Hair that's blonde and bleached but slightly green

You've probably already forgotten about me and my
Hair that's blonde and bleached but slightly green