you're a sort of mind reader, soul eater

you are just here yes, you are.

today I'll do things weird I'll walk lamron I'll talk lamron

you are weird in a sort of non-weird way

we've weaved ourselves perfect and can't lift a finger

Index finger on one hand, Holding his neck with the other,

youre dying youre dead

i love you but i don't want to lose you so I've never come to tell you how much i really need you

i really must be mad because everyone i meet I've already met