She Crows (Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #4)
Los Campesinos!
Writing sleeper hits for all these weeping dipshits
Turning tricks for cheap kicks where I can
I turn ‘em with my whole damn body
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
I wish it with my whole damn body
Fifty-thousand cotton wool balls, line your whole bedroom floor
Soaked in black tears from your mascara, resemble piles of coal
And 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
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
I feel it in my whole damn body
Blue blood, red carpet burns, in 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 while 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
She crows: You want my happiness, but on your terms
And I know, you’re just a foot up out of the doldrums
Invite in for coffee blends and 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