0898 HEARTACHE

by Los Campesinos!

From the album: All Hell

Duration: 5:16

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Lyrics for 0898 HEARTACHE

Cavalcade through antemortem Terminal surburban boredom Summon second magpie for a small dopamine hit You wait and watch your own self die Not final act but in real time You are the sight and seeing You're a reflection of it Grind my bones into the finest snow Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun Restored to earth, afforded a second birth Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come Line engaged cradle to grave You occupy liminal space A recipe for disaster A table laid for two A mouth agape, arms open wide Not to recieve but crucified The wind whistled a tune I stole and sang for you Grind my bones into the finest snow Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun Restored to earth, afforded a second birth Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come You're a million bucks and I am avarice You know how I hunger for it I couldn't draw a dime in 50 states Nonarrival to your party I did Five Halves for my birthday Bitter, lager, Guinness, cider, lemonade to chase Grind my bones into the finest snow Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun Restored to earth, afforded a second birth Dine on my rotten fruit for years and years to come No talk of the shape of the ceremonial counties There's no Runners Up Hall of Fame I plucked a white-hot shooting star, to wish upon when times are hard An asterisk against your name 0898 HEARTACHE You're calling me a mistake Just call me if you want a bad time Dial 0898 HEARTACHE If you're calling me a mistake Then tell me why we're both still on the line?

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