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Los Campesinos! Lyrics

By the light of the LED display of the VCR recorder
In a dim and artificial light, we kiss, knowing that this will lead to my own demise.

You kiss my neck, I whisper in your ear: this is my downfall
While we engage in physical intimacy, I reveal to you that this will ultimately cause my downfall.

As you squint and you grimace, we both know your heart's not in it
Despite your attempts to show affection, we both recognize that your emotions don't align.

By the glow of a thousand fireflys in a travelodge en-suite
In the ambience of an artificial and insignificant moment, our future prospects appear bleak.

They think the future's bright as halogen, we know it's pretty bleak
While the world at large may have optimistic hopes for the future, we are aware of the grim reality.

And I am trying to be sexy, biting at the air that falls in front of me
In an attempt to appear attractive, I contort myself in unnatural ways.

Your telegrams are more and more less detailed by the day
As we communicate less frequently, your messages become shorter and less detailed.

And all the characters are strangers and the pubs have different names
The world around us is unfamiliar and constantly changing.

I tell a joke, I'd like to meet them but they loathe me and I hate them back
Humorously, I express my desire to form connections with others, but admit that the feeling is not mutual.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, fondness makes the absence longer
Time apart can strengthen the emotional bond between us, but may make our separation more difficult.

Length loses my interest, I'm a realist, I'm insatiable
The passing of time alone is not enough to sustain my interest or satisfy my desires.

Swapped counting days until I fly, with hours before your reply
Instead of eagerly anticipating the day we will see each other again, I now focus on the immediate availability of your response to me.

You said he got his teeth fixed. I'm gonna break them. I've got a heart on fire.
Upon hearing that someone has made superficial improvements, I become enraged and passionate.

He said he's got his sights set. On getting to you. I've got fist on fire.
Someone indicates an intent to pursue you romantically, which makes me furious.

And you feel terrified at the thought of being left behind. Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying.
The fear of abandonment and inevitable mortality overwhelms you.

Oh we kid ourselves there's future in the fucking. But there is no fucking future. I'm just practising my accents, picking at old sutures.
Although we may temporarily find solace in physical intimacy, we acknowledge that there is no long-term future for our relationship. In the meantime, I distract myself with trivial matters.

I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love is to like the other slightly less than you get in return
In my experience, maintaining a romantic relationship requires one person to slightly undervalue their own feelings and efforts, in an attempt to match the other's level of investment.

I keep feeling like I'm being undercut
I sense that my efforts in the relationship are being undermined or devalued.

Charlotte says it's more constructive than the one in Canada. When you got drunk, ate loads of crisps. And threw up by a football pitch. I know it is. And really that's what worries me. I feel like I should hurt
Charlotte suggests that our relationship is more productive than the one she observed in Canada, which involved vomiting and drunken behavior. This is both reassuring and alarming to me, as I am afraid of causing harm to you.

I cannot emphasise enough that my body. Is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel. Harbouring these diminishing, so called vital organs. Hope my heart goes first. I hope my heart hoes first.
I express dissatisfaction with my own physical form and hope that any deterioration or death affects my heart before any other organs.

We are beautiful
Together, we have a special kind of beauty.

We are doomed
Unfortunately, our love is ultimately doomed to fail.