[Verse 1]
Tomorrow wears yesterday’s shoes,
laces snapped on the news.
Every headline a rerun,
every promise a bruise.
We march in loops,
singing anthems of “brand new”,
while the sky keeps its receipts.

Chorus
We’re the history of the future—
ghosts writing our own obituaries.
We build towers to touch the stars,
then charge the stars for rent.
Oh, we’re the history of the future,
laughing at what hasn’t happened yet.

Verse 2
Machines dream in spreadsheets,
hearts beat in algorithms.
Love’s a subscription now—
cancel anytime.
We trade souls for speed,
and wonder why the night feels slow.
Funny, isn’t it?
We invented time,
then ran out of it.

Bridge
And somewhere, a child draws a line
from now to never.
Colors it in.
Calls it “forever.”

Final Chorus
We’re the history of the future—
not the end, just the middle.
We’ll forget our names,
but keep the echo.
Yeah, we’re the history of the future.
Close the book.
Start again.