I asked you a question

About my math,

And you turned and you looked at me.

I swear it must have been the light,

Cause really, it was creepy.

Maybe there was something behind me.

For I sat there, not hearing a thing,

Only trying to tell if I was seeing your real eyes,

And what colour they had to be

A reflection on your glasses?

Your irises were green.

Not normal, but neon or sea.

What is up with me?