I want to love you but I'm tired as hell
Can't stop coughing up the damage
Fell asleep beside the poison well
And dreamed I fell and fell
In hindsight
Every time I thought the stars were lined right
That only meant the punchline hadn't landed yet
Turns out most everybody's working on a future regret
Picking out their future regrets
In hindsight
Every time I thought the stars were lined right
That only meant the punchline hadn't landed yet
Turns out most everybody's working on a future regret
Picking out their future regrets
Damage points
Add up in your hit detector
Last resorts
Collect around your feet
Until the punchline hits
I'm sorry, baby, everybody's working on a future regret
Staring down a future regret
Trying on a future regret