I can promise you second hand nicotine and so many muddy metaphors and every ounce of poetic nonsense you've always wished for I can promise you tangerines, sticky kisses and little glances that will swell your heart with something that could only be special I can promise you that it won't be I can promise you that I'll run I can promise you that you should take these promises and run faster
can you see the future or I suppose a future is what I'm getting at, but I'm asking so much more than that I know what you have to say and I don't want to hear it in the first place