We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed

I cannot emphasize enough that my body
But there is no fucking future

Charlotte says it's more constructive than the one in Canada
I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love
I tell a joke, I'd like to meet them
Fondness makes the absence longer
I feel like I should hurt
Harboring these diminishing so called vital organs
I'm just practicing my accents picking at old sutures

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I'm gonna break them, I've got a heart on fire
Oh, we kid ourselves, there's future in the fucking
When you got drunk, ate loads of crisps and threw up by a football pitch
You said he got his teeth fixed

Is to like the other slightly less than you get in return
In the glow of a thousand fireflies in a travelogue en-suite
You said he's got his sights set
But they'll loathe me and I'd hate them back
He said he's got his sight set
I know it is and really that's what worries me
And you feel terrified at the thought of being left behind
We know it's pretty bleak and I'm trying to be sexy

I'm getting to ya, I've got fists on fire
Biting at the air that falls in front of me
So ten days until I fly but that was before your reply
This is my downfall as you squint and you grimace
The telegrams are more and more less detailed by the day
Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying
Hope my heart goes first, I hope my heart goes first
Is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel
You said he's got his teeth fixed
I keep feeling like I'm being under-cut

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

We both know your heart's not in it
I'm gonna break them, I've got a heart on fire
I'm getting to ya, I've got fists on fire

Length loses my interest, I'm a realist, I'm insatiable