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