Thinkin your future was me
And you were tossing me the car keys
'F*** the patriarchy' keychain on the ground
We were always skipping town
And I was thinking on the drive down
Any time now, he's gonna say it's love
You never called it what it was
til we were dead and gone and buried
Check the pulse and come back
Swearing it's the same, after 3 months in the grave
And then you wondered where it went to
As I reached for you but
All I felt was shame