D C G C C


[Verse 1]
G               Em      G         Bm  Em       G
I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock
C               G               C              G        C
Feels like the build-up takes forever, but you never get me off
   G
You pull your dress over your face
   G                         A
And I stare down towards my chest
   A                                                      G
Chastise both our greasy hair, wonder whose gut is the softest
                                                           A
Stand with my ear to the door, listening to the landing floorboards

Working out when we'll be safe
    Em         A      D        G
To dash from mattress to your bathroom
         Bm                    G
Where I ball my fingers into fists
           C                    G
Until my knuckles glow bright white
             Em
Press the heels into eye-sockets 'til I see the flashing lights
   G
Stop me when my stories change
                             C
When they have started to repeat
            G              A      Em        D
'Cause last time I was a mess of sleep, of icy feet


[Chorus]
  C Em    G     C G
So baby, all apologies
  C             Bm Em Gm     D       G
It was going to happen, inevitably, oh

Bm  G  C  G  A  Bm  Gm  Em  A  G  D  C  G

[Verse 2]
                 Em     E       Em            G
I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock
                  C             G                C             G
Feels like the build-up takes forever, but you never touch my cock
            Em              G   Em                       G
And what exactly do you mean now by, "What can you even eat?"
          C          G              C             G
And how does that affect how I'll get off this evening?


[Verse 3]
  G
I flew down south to Mexico, had a minor realisation
                      A
I understood why kids draw the sun with its rays emanating
    G
And the beams broke the clouds, the sky looked like a concertina
                   A                                   Am
I'd sat on in my pocket for weeks, folded up from a picture
 G
I've been playing Straight Chicken with gay girls, it's never enough
                           C                        G
She keeps on pulling the peace sign and it seems like a taunt
                                                  A         Gm
She licked a glaze on her lips, they shone like Battleship Grey
                     Em
She never liked the wisdom I gave
  G                                      A
"Some people give themselves to religion
  Em               Gm                    G
Some people give themselves to a cause
  C                                G
Some people give themselves to a lover
   A                        D
I have to give myself to goals"


[Chorus]

  C Em    G     C G
So baby, all apologies
  C             Bm Em Gm     D       G
It was going to happen, inevitably, oh
  C             Em             C           G
And if it helps, I mean, even slightly at all
                C              G                 Em       D
It's best to dust yourself down and get straight back on the horse


[Verse 4]
    G            D                G             C
I condescend a smile and wink directly at the camera
    G             D                       B              Em
I leave you led in both our scents as I tiptoe out the backdoor
    G             D                G             C
I skid down icy streets and view my face in the reflection
    G                   D                   Em          C
Of a High Street lingerie store though it wasn't my intention

I phone my friends and family to gather 'round the television
       A5                D
The talking heads count down
               G            E D
The most heart-wrenching breakups of all time
  G                D
Imagine the great sense of waste
        E5               D
The indignity, the embarrassment
      E
When not a single one of that whole century was mine