Didn’t plan to see anyone today  
Wearing mint socks and yesterday’s gray  
Hair’s a mess, tied in a lazy knot  
But somehow, you’re still in my every thought  
I spilled some tea on the kitchen floor  
Laughed a little, then thought of you more  
Would you find this version cute?  
The one with no filters, just soft and mute  
I hummed a tune with a half-made face  
Tripped on a blanket, slow little pace  
But in this mess, there’s something sweet  
Like your memory walking on bare feet  
You probably see me as sunshine neat  
But I’m a little chaos, soft and beat  
Still—if you dropped by, I’d let you in  
Just don’t mind the hair, or the lazy grin