The Future Says Thank You

Ithaca

Compositor: Djamila Boden Azzouz / Dom Moss / James Lewis / Sam Chetan-Welsh / Will Sweet

Don’t look in the mirror
They’re all broken
(Tell me how it feels to want to stay)
I’ve got a theory
That remains unspoken
(Tell me how it feels to still hold sway)
I can’t stop

I’ve got a theory
It remains untold
I’ve got milk in my veins
I speak the language of the gods
Your future self says thank you

It’s so hard to play the game
When leaving is so easy
The ending is the same
I can’t stop

I put poison in your birthday cake
Far more evil than even I could make
Give me someone new that I can hate
Sick of watching myself age

Nothing stays the same
Every day marks a change
Every first is a last in place
No one will remember your face

I’ve got a theory
It remains untold
The secret combination is inset in solid gold
The worst reflection isn’t what
You think you see
You look so pretty staring back at me

I’ve got a theory
It remains untold
The secret combination is
Only learned when you get old
It’s choking on diamond
And vomiting gold
So glad we left so early