Swindled - Dear Past Life (feat. Lottie Willis) Lyrics

So, this is how you have your pick
He's got more abs on him to kiss
The feeling of worry will make you sick
As he spreads pictures of your tits
Take your benzodiazepine
As you walk into the deep black sea
And get a sense of reality
She still wants to see him through a screen

Did the past ever think you'd die to get a bit of fame
Did you really think that this whole world could ever be sane

The past who wondered what the future would be like
No rocket boots or cars that let you fly
Well, what is this place if we're living to be high

The past who wondered what the future would be like
No rocket boots or cars that let you fly
Well, is this what the real futures like

Dear Past Life

So, this is how you have your kick
An unknown profile liked your pic
The feeling of worry makes you sick
As she spreads pictures of your dick
Then you take your Sertraline
On a Mallorquin balcony
Oh, God the irony
Scroll to see who you'd rather be

Did the past ever think you'd die to get a bit of fame
Did you really think that this whole world could ever be sane

The past who wondered what the future would be like
No rocket boots or cars that let you fly
Well, what is this place if we're living to be high

The past who wondered what the future would be like
No rocket boots or cars that let you fly
Well, is this what the real futures like

Dear Past Life

Throw them down your throat
As you leave for your weekly therapy
With your protein powder and your likes its required dietary
Are we meant to be this scared of our own society
As we shine the brightest light onto insecurities

The past who wondered what the future would be like
No rocket boots or cars that let you fly
Well, what is this place if we're living to be high

The past who wondered what the future would be like
No rocket boots or cars that let you fly
Well, is this what the real futures like

Dear Past Life