Future You Is Going To Hate Present You

I'm thanking god
 For things he didn't do
 I blamed the devil
 But he said it's all you
 She undresses all the thoughts
 We put to bed
 Do you still think of me?
 I screamed in my head
 As the drink sprints
 From our lips
 And drowns all sense
 We start breaking things
 That are going to take years to mend
 We always thought attack
 Was the best defence
 I brought the brakes
 But you brought the bends
 So now she's wearing
 That blue dress
 Asking for more mess
 She said I thought
 That you might regress
 But fuck me
 All the heat and its promise
 Never could keep you honest
 You never did see the point in
 Consequence, or the future tense
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 Now we've lost count of cans
 And want to go see the moon
 We stumble outside
 As everyone disapproves
 Did you want what you need
 Or what love will give to you
 You'll ache for years
 But that's tomorrow's you
 So now she's wearing
 That blue dress
 Asking for more mess
 She said I thought
 That you might regress
 But fuck me
 All the heat and its promise
 Never could keep you honest
 You never did see the point in
 Consequence, or the future tense
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 You shape to confide
 But you've lost all your fight
 It's still warm outside
 For one more
 Your summerless blue eyes
 And imaginary blue skies
 You look surprised
 At the end of the war
 Like you wanted more