Things are shaping up to be pretty odd

Are you still talking to all of those dead film stars like you used to?
And are you still thinking of all of those pretty rhymes and perfect crimes like you used to love?

And if you're still alive when you're twenty five, shall I kill you like you asked me to?
If you're still alive when you're twenty five, shall I kill you I know you told me to?
But I really don't want to