We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed

By the light of the LED display of a 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

By 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

Your 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 that I'd like to meet them but they loathe me and I 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

Swapped counting days until I fly, with hours before your reply

You said he got his teeth fixed

I'm gonna break them

I've got a heart on fire

He said he's got his sights set

On getting to you

I've got a fist on fire

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 fucking,

But there is no fucking 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 undercut

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 got his teeth fixed

I'm gonna break them

I've got a heart on fire

He said he's got his sights set

On getting to you

I've got a fist 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