Blue Haired Boy

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