A/N: Okay, so the 42 part is kind of an inside kind of thing. It has to do with the person's name. The hypothetical person. Because they don't actually exist or anything.... Anyways....
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Two plus two is four....
Four plus four is eight....
And eight divided by four is two
And forty two
Is you
.
Every thought
Leads to you
Whether or not
I want it to
And every dream
Yes, dreams too
They all seem
To link to you
.
You've captured each and every part of my mi-i-i-ind
Did you even really have to try?
Now I'm so helpless to anything you throw
You could so easily let me let go....
.
I still don't know
How or when this started
It's not like it's
The kind of thing you have charted
Though, knowing me
I probably would
If I even
Possibly could
.
I've fallen so hard into Cupid's trap
And I don't even have the stupid map
Out of this place
I couldn't escape
If I wanted to....
.
But I don't
So I won't
Oh.... you----
.
You've captured each and every part of my mi-i-i-ind
I don't think you even had to try
Now I'm so helpless to anything you throw
You could so easily let me let go
.
I used to think thinking about boys a lot was strange
And that those views would always be the same
Those thoughts didn't belong
They just felt so wrong
I didn't write songs
Now I'm not that strong
.
And though you're not the first
You're definitely the worst
Though I wouldn't say
That's in a bad way
It's
Just
.
You've captured each and every part of my mi-i-i-ind
I'm pretty sure you didn't have to try
Now I'm so helpless to anything you throw
You could so easily let me let go
.
.
Yet with every thought
I feel a chill
You wouldn't think
I'd feel it still
But I do
.
I know it might sound
Like I think this is bad
I don't, not really
I just think it's sad
The extent
To which
I think
Of you
.
O-o-of you....
