Withering Daffodil

[Verse 1]
Can you see yourself in the future?
I don’t like to look into that crystal ball
Lay the cards out, tell me who I’ll be, but
Don’t make me look at my portrait on the wall
I don’t know him, I don’t want to see
I think I’d rather die than acknowledge him as me
He’s not-

[Chorus]
Beautiful anymore
I hope he dies, I hope I die before I meet him
I’ll cover the mirrors, oh God, do I have to be him?
I’ll be tongue kissing the past, daydreaming of liking what I see
Oh fuck, I’m terrified of aging into me

[Verse 2]
Can you see yourself in the future?
Do I have to look?
If I die before I age I
Pray the devil gives me a stage
Make use of that pretty face
I got nothing else to give
If I have to lose that, what’s the point in living?
He’s not-

[Chorus]
Beautiful anymore
I hope he dies, I hope I die before I meet him
I’ll cover the mirrors, oh God, do I have to be him?
I’ll be tongue kissing the past, daydreaming of liking what I see
Oh fuck, I’m terrified of aging into me