Los Campesinos! - This Is How You Spell "Hahaha, We Destroyed the Hopes and Dreams of a Generation of Faux-Romantics" lyrics

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 quotation 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.