Dear Mr. Future
Hello, what's your name?
Have I seen you before? Have you ever heard me sing?
I don't make the best lulaby
But everyu song I write is my journey to you
You're out there breathing the same air
I can feel you near
Should I wait? Should I find?
I don't wanna be late
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be late
I don't wanna be
Tell me how many songs do I need to write to get you?
Tell me how many song do I need to write to get you?
Are you here in the crowd?
Would you stand out and show yourself up?
'Cause T've been talking to that someone in the future
If I could I would just squeeze into the drawer
And spare us this series of nonsense
Are you here in the crowd?
Would you stand out and show yourself up?
Let's save our bloody precious time
And put an end to soulmate-searching drama
We've prolly brushed against each other
We're just too frickin' stupid too even bother
Hey it's not like we're getting any younger
And let's not forget all those standard procedure
That might take up another few more years
Oh I am tired of talking to someone in the future
If I could I would just squeeze into the drawer
And spare us this series of heartbreaking nonsense
This series of heartbreaking nonsense
This series of heartbreaking nonsense
Hello, what's your name?
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