Ode

Blue eyes, or are they green? The sun setting in those vibrant irises I try to make myself seen (seventeen) The whites are bloodshot, how deep is it? I don't know what to say when I'm with you But conversation feels so... I don't know what to say when I'm with you But conversation... Those curls parallel mine More care, that's what I need (that's what I need to give) Still haven't run my fingers through it blond Still have to turn mine back I don't know what to say when I'm with you But conversation feels so... I don't know what to say when I'm with you I wish the conversation felt so true