Los Campesinos! - Straight in at 101Lyrics

I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock Feels like the build up takes forever but you never get me off You pull your dress over your face And I stare down towards my chest Chastise both our greasy hair Wonder whose gut is the softest Stand with my ear to the door Listening to the landing floorboards Working out when we'll be safe To dash the mattress to yr bathroom Where I ball my fingers into fists Until my knuckles glow bright white Press the heels into eye-sockets 'Til I see the flashing lights Stop me when my stories change When they have started to repeat 'Cause last time I was a mess of sleep, of icy feet So baby All apologies It was going to happen inevitably, oh I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock Feels like the build up takes forever but you never touch my cock And what exactly do you mean now By "what can you even eat?" And how does that affect how I'll get off this evening? I flew down south to Mexico Had a minor realization I understood why kids draw the sun with its rays emanating And the beams broke the clouds, The sky were like a concertina I'd sat on in my pocket for weeks Folded up from a picture I've been playing straight chicken with gay girls (It's never enough) She keeps on pulling the peace sign (And it seems like a taunt) She licked a glaze on her lips They shone like Battleship Grey She never liked the wisdom I gave: Some people give themselves to religion Some people give themselves to a cause Some people give themselves to a lover I have to give myself to goals So baby All apologies It was going to happen, inevitably And if it helps I mean, even slightly at all It's best you dust yourself down And get straight back on the horse I condescend a smile And wink directly at the camera And leave you led in both our scents As I tiptoe out the back door I skid down icy streets And view my face in the reflection Of a High Street lingerie store Though it wasn't my intention I phoned my friends and family To gather round the television The talking heads count down the most heart-wrenching break-ups of all time Imagine the great sense of waste The indignity, the embarrassment When not a single one of that whole century Was mine