blue

In my first hour class, the walls are painted blue
Blue like the ocean tides that pummel me and you
No, they're really not, they're more blue like the sky
But saccharine, fake, a candy-color lie

I could say that the walls are the color of your eyes
Which meet mine at moments, make my stomach flip inside
But not really, and you didn't even look at me today
But what can I expect? There was nothing to say

I feel so sick
My stomach's hollow, a churning pit
I can't do this anymore, I'm slipping through
There's no point if there's no you

And actually, I don't think your eyes are blue anyway
They're probably hazel, though I really can't say
And you did look at me, for the record, I'm wrong
We talked in the hall as we walked all along

It's just a pick
Dunno why I cared so much about it
Still haven't taken it out of my backpack
'Cause first I wanted to write about getting it back

So yeah, I see the ocean, the non-color of your eyes
But is it always worth it if I can't look outside?
I drown in the color of paint on the walls
When it isn't even the hue of the ocean at all

I feel so sick
Swore I'd stop doing this
'Cause I can't take it anymore, i'm slipping through
There's no point if there's no you