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