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We've Got Your Back [Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #2]
by Los Campesinos!
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On the dashboard assembled
In descending height order,
Half a decade of father's day gifts
Her mother bought for her;
Never passed on.
Puffy eyes, nasty reaction;
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself
I learned remedial Spanish
From a toddler.
Passenger seat of father's taxi
Cussing in unison
Clutching receipts and
Deceased handwriting
Filled with a sense of
Great disappointment;
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself
And so fucking on, and so fucking forth:
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If your hero told you to go huff a sharpie, what would you do?
(I do not know)
Every girl I ever kissed I was thinking of a pro-footballer
(thought. you. should. know)
I've learnt more from toilet walls than I've learnt from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions, it's all in the words but I'm here for the pictures.
I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs
They were for your benefit not mine
And so fucking on, and so fucking forth:
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If we didn't know the shape was for functionality, what would we do?
(I do not know)
If it wasn't for the corrupt us pharmacy, what would we do?
Sometimes only you'll know.
We're cementing old friends, dismissing old foes.
We're throwing punches and ducking blows.
On the dashboard assembled
In descending height order,
Half a decade of father's day gifts
Her mother bought for her;
Never passed on.
Puffy eyes, nasty reaction;
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself
I learned remedial Spanish
From a toddler.
Passenger seat of father's taxi
Cussing in unison
Clutching receipts and
Deceased handwriting
Filled with a sense of
Great disappointment;
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself
And so fucking on, and so fucking forth:
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If your hero told you to go huff a sharpie, what would you do?
(I do not know)
Every girl I ever kissed I was thinking of a pro-footballer
(thought. you. should. know)
I've learnt more from toilet walls than I've learnt from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions, it's all in the words but I'm here for the pictures.
I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs
They were for your benefit not mine
And so fucking on, and so fucking forth:
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If we didn't know the shape was for functionality, what would we do?
(I do not know)
If it wasn't for the corrupt us pharmacy, what would we do?
Sometimes only you'll know.
We're cementing old friends, dismissing old foes.
We're throwing punches and ducking blows.
