This Is How You Spell "HAHAHA, We Destroyed The Hopes And Dreams Of A Generation Of Faux-Romantics" - Los Campesinos!

I hate the stench of coffee on your breath

And I hate to feel its warmth against my neck

And what right do you have to have nightmares about me

When all I wanted was to sleep?

We have to take the car 'cause the bike’s on fire

We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars

And if you don’t exist with hearts the size of a house brick

Cease, and desist!

I left your shallow skin and a note on your kitchen sideboard

It read «I have left you, please never try to find me»

This is no existential crisis, just turn your pain into piety

And then set your alarm clock for 4am the next morning

We have to take the car 'cause the bike’s on fire

We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars

And if you don’t exist with hearts the size of a house brick

Cease, and desist!

This is how you spell 'HAHAHA, We destroyed the hopes and the dreams of a

generation of faux-romantics"

And I’m pleased, I’m pleased.

You walk in from your mother’s balcony

Panda-eyed, freezing cold

You bury yourself in my chest to warm

I notice the goosebumps on your arms, millions

And whether it’s because of the number of hours spent laid face down on my bed

listening to white noise, or, well, obviously it’s not, I somehow manage to

translate them from Braille

The trails on your skin spoke more to me than the reams and reams of the half

finished novels you’d leave lying around all over the place

And every «ation that’d dribbled from your mouth like a final, fatal

livejournal entry

I know

I am wrong

I am sorry

We have to take the car 'cause the bike’s on fire

We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars

And if you don’t exist with hearts the size of a house brick

Cease, and desist!

This is how you spell «HAHAHA, We destroyed the hopes and dreams of a

generation of faux-romantics»

And I’m pleased, I’m pleased.