We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed

I know it is and really that's what worries me
I'm getting to ya, I've got fists on fire
I'm gonna break them, I've got a heart on fire
So ten days until I fly but that was before your reply
He said he's got his sight set
Fondness makes the absence longer

They think the future's bright as halogen
And all the characters are strangers and the pubs have different names

Biting at the air that falls in front of me
Hope my heart goes first, I hope my heart goes first
You said he got his teeth fixed
Length loses my interest, I'm a realist, I'm insatiable
And you feel terrified at the thought of being left behind
I'm gonna break them, I've got a heart on fire

I tell a joke, I'd like to meet them
Charlotte says it's more constructive than the one in Canada
I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love
But they'll loathe me and I'd hate them back
Harboring these diminishing so called vital organs
Absence makes the heart grow fonder

I feel like I should hurt

You said he's got his sights set
We know it's pretty bleak and I'm trying to be sexy
But there is no fucking future
I cannot emphasize enough that my body
Is to like the other slightly less than you get in return

The telegrams are more and more less detailed by the day
This is my downfall as you squint and you grimace
Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying
In the glow of a thousand fireflies in a travelogue en-suite
You said he's got his teeth fixed
I'm getting to ya, I've got fists on fire
We both know your heart's not in it
I keep feeling like I'm being under-cut
When you got drunk, ate loads of crisps and threw up by a football pitch
Oh, we kid ourselves, there's future in the fucking
Is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel
I'm just practicing my accents picking at old sutures