We’ve Got Your Back (Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #2) Los Campesinos!

[Verse 1: Aleks]
On the dashboard assembled
In descending height order
Half a decade of Father's Day
Gifts her mother bought for her, never passed on
Puffy eyes, nasty reaction
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself

[Verse 2: Aleks]
I learned remedial Spanish from a toddler
Passenger seat of father's taxi
Cussing in unison
Clutching receipts and deceased handwriting
Filled with a sense of great disappointment
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself

[Chorus: Gareth, Los Campesinos!]
And so fucking on
And so fucking forth
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If your hero told you to go huff a Sharpie, what would you do?
(I do not know)
Every girl I ever kissed I was thinking of a pro footballer
Thought you should know

[Bridge: Gareth (simultaneously)]
I've learned more from toilet walls
Than I've learned from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
It's all in the words, but I'm here for the pictures
I've learned more from toilet walls
Than I've learned from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
It's all in the words, but I'm here for the pictures
I've learned more from toilet walls
Than I've learned from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
It's all in the words, but I'm here for the pictures
I've learned more from toilet walls
Than I've learned from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
It's all in the words, but I'm here for the pictures