Words of Future Past

Hello it’s you

Or rather, it’s me, but you’re me too

Although, by the time you’re reading this

Every cell in your body has split

And grown, and died

We don’t use phones by the way, and your niece can fly

I’ve got some advice for us

And you’d be well placed to listen because

I’ve checked the other timelines and you don’t make it if you

Don’t listen

First off, put the paper down son it looks unprofessional

Remember this is a stage not your public confessional

Not living in London is not the reason you haven’t made it

So don’t move there expecting that doing so’s gonna change shit

I’d use less dick jokes if I were you son

Let your wit shine through instead of puns it’s not done

Free will exists but to be on the safe side

That lass with the blue hair’s one hell of a rough ride

Don’t read this bit out, oh shit too late

But I’ve drawn you a map, the G-spot’s here mate

I’ve got to go now and throw this message down the time stream

But make sure you see someone about that weird tooth dream