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 county’s 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 are 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