girl with pink hair
she’s the girl with the pink hair,
you look at her,
she doesn’t care.
she likes to wear
band t shirts,
she listens to the strokes.
her friends at school,
think she’s crazy,
walking around and being lazy,
nobody knows,
where is it that she goes
in the night.
she sneaks out of her room,
dressed in jeans
she puts his favorite perfume on.
tucks in her shirt
looks in the mirror,
she is just a girl in love.
walking on the streets
in the dark dark night
she isn’t scared.
she can’t wait to see him
hold his hand
touch his hair.
he’s waiting at the gate,
they missed the concert
‘cause he came too late.
instead they drive around in his car,
wasting time
and taking pictures in the dark.
it’s already 3am,
the girl with pink hair starts to care.
they walk back to her house,
they kiss and she starts walking and she doesn’t turn around.
everybody’s still asleep
she climbs through the window
and she starts to weep
holding the note that she found inside his car
she goes to sleep
dreaming she was somewhere far, far, faraway.
