Los Campesinos! - She Crows (Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #4)
Writing sleeper hits for all these weeping dip shitsTurning tricks for cheap kicks where I can
I turn 'em with my whole damn body
She told her friends she'd got with me, she lied it drunkenly
I'm only angry 'cause I wish she had
I wish it with my whole damn body
50,000 cotton wool balls line your whole bedroom floor
Soaked in black tears from your mascara, resemble piles of coal
We'll stack them up high and lie by fireside, to the morning from the night
Led on an ex-boyfriend's corpse
I slit from gullet to balls and splayed his face to the floor
She crows "You want my happiness, but on your terms"
And I know you're just a foot up out of the doldrums
All the finger sucking, singer fucking girls
Are making me wake up in these cold sweats
I sweat it from my whole damn body
Swapping drinks tickets for all these indiscreet snippets
Of how it feels to truly be adored
I feel it in my whole damn body
Blue blood, red carpet burns and the white of your home counties skin
Daddy's a patriot, enjoyed this summer a lot, but hide your jubilee knees
Me, half hard, from what I dreamt
Pressed in the corner of your bed recollecting what we did
Taxi cab to Travelodge he drops me off outside the lobby
Lowers his wink like guillotine
Invite in for coffee when the night ends
We get Head like Nescafé gold blend
Big tip for the pretty girl waiting the IHOP
These blank napkins/unwritten suicide notes
It's dark inside these eyelids, blacker than the ink (squid)
Written by:
Gareth Paisey, Thomas Bromley
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