That's not tomorrow

That I don't know what you're saying,
I'm ok with that,
That I don't know where you're going,
I'm ok with that,
That I don't know who you're seeing,
I'm ok with that.

That's not tomorrow,
You've got to need me,
Nothing less than ache for me near,
That's not tomorrow,
You've got to fight for me,
Nothing less than blood on your beautiful hands.

That I don't know why you're crying,
I'm ok with that,
That I don't know how you're living,
I'm ok with that,
That I don't know when you're changing,
I'm ok with that.

That's not tomorrow,
You've got to need me,
Nothing less than ache for me near,
That's not tomorrow,
You've got to fight for me,
Nothing less than blood on your beautiful hands.

All that is left is the dehydrated tears,
The kisses that linger, the long forgotten fears,
Remember the good times, they'll crumble away,
When you're tasting the scent of the sweetest one day.