We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed

By the light of the LED display of the VCR recorder

You kiss my neck, I whisper in your ear:"This is my downfall"

As you squint and you grimace

We both know your heart's not in it

In the glow of a thousand fireflies

In a travelodge en-suite

They think the future's bright as halogen

We know it's pretty bleak

And I'm trying to be sexy

Biting at the air that falls in front of me.

The telegrams are more and more less detailed by the day

And all the characters are strangers

And the pubs have different names

I tell a joke, I'd like to meet them

But they'll loathe me and I'd hate them back

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Fondness makes the absence longer

Length loses my interest

I'm a realist, I'm insatiable

So, ten days until I fly

But that was before your reply

You said, "He got his teeth fixed"

I'm gonna break them

I've got a heart on fire

You said, "He's got his sights set"

I'm getting to ya

I've got fists on fire

And you feel terrified at the thought of being left behind

Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying

Oh, we kid ourselves, there's future in the *******

But there is no ******* future

I'm just practising my accents,

Picking at old sutures

I taught myself the only way to vaguely get along in love

Is to like the other slightly less than you get in return

I keep feeling like I'm being under-cut

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

You said, "He's got his teeth fixed"

I'm gonna break them

I've got a heart on fire

He said he's got his sights set

I'm getting to ya

I've got fists on fire

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 GOES FIRST!

And we are beautiful, we are doomed