Please don't ever become a stranger
I'm a mess
I recall late November, holding my breath slowly I said:
Is it cool that I said all that?
I can't let you go
My name is whatever you decide
I make all your gray days clear and wear you like a necklace
I'm so chill, but you make me jealous but I got your heart skipping, skip-skipping when I'm gone
but I'm the mess that you wanted
your hand print's on my soul
and I'm just gonna call you mine
"You don't need to save me but would you run away with me?"
whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
Is it chill that you're in my head?