my chucks are green
and ipod is red
my camera phone matches
the blood that i bled

my cheeks are pink
when you walk by
but i think in grays and blues
when you don't say hi

my yogurt is orange
stained by the cheetos i eat
but your shirt is blue
and my knees get weak

the send button is white
associated with my message
when i go to the office
i'm creeped out by your lineage

i'm green with envy
of that girl, that girl you converse with
she may seem cool to talk to
but she fakes that cute little lithp

how disappointing that you have to
photoshop a smile in
grow a pair of balls and talk to me
'cause lying is a sin