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