Miserabilia - Los Campesinos!

Your hands will remain empty when you have stopped clutching at straws

Cling to bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores

No-one matters

No-one cares

He whispered, «oh my god this really is a joy to behold»

Thought he said «it's a joy to be held"so I held him too close

It was a grave mistake, he never came back again

I’m not saying there’s good in none of this

Miserabilia to show the kids

I’m not saying that you’re responsible

Miserabilia, for one, for all

I’ve spend too much time on my knees next to urinals in garish Mexican

restaurants

sobbing into my worn pale palms for a better understanding of my dietary

requirements

I’ve cried on ashen floors of working men’s clubs

Oh my god, will it end?

We got nostalgic ended up filling shoe boxes with vomit

collected scabs in lockets, hung them round our necks like nooses

None of it mattered

Nobody cared

I’m not saying there’s good in none of this

Miserabilia to show the kids

I’m not saying that you’re responsible

Miserabilia, for one, for all

I have broken down into the naked breasts of a newly ex (no dignity)

I can only guess that she thinks about it when she touches herself

Shout at the world because the world doesn’t love you

Lower yourself because you know that you’ll have to