FUTURE REGRETS
I’ve got one eye on you
I’ve got a key to the backroom
Moth-eaten credibility
They look but they don’t touch with a 10-foot pole
And they don’t know me

CHORUS:
But could I charm you into submission?
Could you forget my first 5 impressions?
I’m crossing the line
Taking up space on your side
You’re untied from my future regrets

I’ll lie down in front of your car
Count down how long it takes to see me
And all my inabilities
They think you’re ticking down
I think you’re exploding into being

You’re a boy genius
And I’ve got a portrait of the back of you
And a sunset, I guess I’m Magdalene
Catching all the ashes, going through your trash
Want you to smudge me

I’ll cross the line, but could you forget?