And every sentence that I spoke began and ended in ellipsis
Each of eight fingers gripping what he wrote, clung on tightly, like parenthesis
And for each correctly used apostrophe, I could feel my heart sink inside my chest in front of me
So, maybe the lining of a winter's coat mightn't be the best place to hide a summer secret
Said every photo that you took that festival got lost in your camera in an insurance scam
And though underexposed, i could see from the quality, his K Records t-shirt and you holding his hand
And I know he took you to the beach, I can tell from how you bite on your cheek, every time the sand falls from your insoles
And when our eyes meet, all that I can read, is youre the b-side".
They said "its
not
what
you
like,
its what youre
like
as
a
person,
Well, I need new hobbies, that's one thing for certain
Not what you like, but what you're like as a person,
Well, I need new hobbies, that's one thing for certain.
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- Sick Scenes
- A Los Campesinos! Christmas
- A Good Night For A Fistfight
- No Blues
- Hello Sadness
- Romance Is Boring
- Hold On Now, Youngster...
- We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
- Miscellaneous
- Romance Is Boring (Exclusive)
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 90
- Romance Is Boring (Bonus Track Version)
- Sticking Fingers Into Sockets EP
- Sticking Fingers Into Sockets
- What Death Leaves Behind
- Avocado, Baby
- Paste Sampler 115
- Love Indie Rock 2
- Heat Rash #3: Footnotes
- Heat Rash #2: Conversations