Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying
Harboring these diminishing so called vital organs
I cannot emphasize enough that my body

I'm just practicing my accents picking at old sutures
I keep feeling like I'm being under-cut
The telegrams are more and more less detailed by the day
But there is no fucking future
And you feel terrified at the thought of being left behind
I'm gonna break them, I've got a heart on fire
In the glow of a thousand fireflies in a travelogue en-suite
I know it is and really that's what worries me
Biting at the air that falls in front of me
Is to like the other slightly less than you get in return

But they'll loathe me and I'd hate them back
This is my downfall as you squint and you grimace
When you got drunk, ate loads of crisps and threw up by a football pitch
We are beautiful, we are doomed
You said he's got his teeth fixed
He said he's got his sight set
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I'm getting to ya, I've got fists on fire
Length loses my interest, I'm a realist, I'm insatiable
I tell a joke, I'd like to meet them

Is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel
You said he's got his sights set
So ten days until I fly but that was before your reply

You said he got his teeth fixed

I'm getting to ya, I've got fists on fire

Oh, we kid ourselves, there's future in the fucking
Charlotte says it's more constructive than the one in Canada
They think the future's bright as halogen
We know it's pretty bleak and I'm trying to be sexy
I feel like I should hurt

Hope my heart goes first, I hope my heart goes first
I'm gonna break them, I've got a heart on fire
I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love
We both know your heart's not in it
Fondness makes the absence longer

And all the characters are strangers and the pubs have different names