Los Campesinos! - Dreams Don't Become You lyrics

How hearts face You turn like a phrase And I fell beside you It's a shame to let a little skin Get in the way And faint praise The home of the vain But babe, dreams don't become you And God, how I wish that I Could've seen your face Write another one about your mother From the vantage of a calloused younger brother Obliged to write the songs that no one listens to Well, could you blame them, oh Oh, could you blame them? And there's you In twenty-ought-two Before this befell you Still listlessly unaware Just where you're headed to And me Still ten-stone and three Though worn out, less lovely Having plainly faced the strain Of my iniquity Just write another sad one for your mother Or this incestuous obsession with your sister You long to write the songs someone would listen to But can you blame them? Well, can you blame them? No, no, no Not quite what we used to be Forestall this lifelong dream To will yourself to make it Your once elegant lines Now so sadly sung And hot from the heat Of a freshly empty bus seat There are no promises in life And I've never meant to live mine so undignified But I swear that I won't hesitate next time No, not next time Well, you're too kind