There are those boys with earthly eyes
Their eyes are like the ground
You walk and walk, kicking up dirt
But they don't make a sound
And when they kiss you, they sometimes leave them open
Just to make sure you don't drop
Yeah, the sweetest eyes, the [bad word] eyes
Are probably dark brown

There are those boys with golden hazel eyes
The color of weak tea
They spend their nights howling at the moon
To let go of the sea
The scope of their depth is terrifying, thrilling
You think you're finally free
When they capture you, 'cause golden eyes are sticky as
Honey from a bee

I'm drowning

But those with blue, I shouldn't [bad word] 
'Cause I myself have blue
You fall for them so easy
You think you see right through
You take a leap, thinking blue water is deep
When suddenly it's just grey rain
Then puddles at your feet, they freeze to dirty ice
But somehow they melt back to clean blue water once again
Confusing

Blue eyes, they change like the weather
Blue sea, blue sky, blue paint
I wouldn't [bad word] my own blue-eyed reflection
As far as I could throw the mirror

But these are just silly eye color generalizations
You shouldn't believe a word I said
'Cause when you're lying in your bed
Darkness 'round your head
Your eyes might as well be polka-dotted or plaid
Polka-dotted or plaid