THE GIRL WITH BLUE HAIR
That’s my reoccurring dream
It’s an endless nightmare
A gothic Myspace beauty queen
I’ve got jpegs somewhere
I regret I’m at a loss
All this effort wasted
She’s preserved in semigloss
I’m annihilated
You got my number
But you never text it
It’s almost summer
Time we just forget it
Some obsession with the past
I can’t quite remember
Messages behind the glass
But who is the sender?
My anxiety’s unclear
About the girl with blue hair
You’re my reoccurring dream
It’s an endless nightmare
You got my number
But you never text it
It’s almost September
Time we just forget it
