All We Have Is Now

It's The Flaming Lips "All We Have is Now"
playing on repeat, repeat, so why
do we always take the trash out on Sunday

And let truths wait, while money's disappeared
into coffers like indulgence in days of old
when we invest in a future on a promise

And think we can get something in return
for so little effort? My love is languishing
in the procrastination of a cold argument

Gone on for too long between myself
and my unknown self, neither of whom
is brave enough to make a go at it

("You and me were never meant to be
part of the future - all we have is now -
all we've ever had was now.")