There’s a beanie on my bedroom floor
It’s gray, just like the sky
When it opens up and starts to pour
On sadder days, when you lie
Late at night and you open the door
Deny your recent goodbyes
There’s a beanie on my bedroom floor
It’s a mess, like you and I.

There’s a beanie on your phone background
It’s blue, just like the sea
The low tide reveals the past as drowned
And us as escapees
The other girl is the one who’s crowned
Yet you ignore my plea
There’s a beanie on your phone background
On a girl who isn’t me.

There’s a beanie on my best friend’s head
It’s black, just like the night
And like death: I wonder, do you feel dead?
Is our life your biggest blight?
You really love me, you always said,
But now you’re out of sight.
There’s a beanie on my best friend’s head.
Should I succumb to this delight?