Los Campesinos! - Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #1 lyrics

I restored your mother's faith in men whilst boring you to d**h, left nothing more than the circle of stubble rash around your chest. My life was saved by a packet of nineteen cigarettes carried in my left breast pocket, for a closest friend. A sleeping bag on the floor twists hips like buffalo horns, they said "that boy is too lazy" you were clearly forewarned. A jealous ex silenced the room, he said that you were a who*e; "do you kiss your mummy's lips with that mouth?". She imagined everything I said in falsetto; the only way to justify my childish despair. I spent my last six fifty in a public phone box, (graffited genitalia from the ceiling to the floor) played reckless, rapid like a fruit machine. I see gargoyles in the floral of the duvet cover, you see melodrama move from one sentence to the other. Many years practice of speaking in hushed tones.