Tom: C
C Am7 F G
[Verse 1]
C Am7
And my darling I am sorry I'm not nearer, I'm at some godforsaken service station
F
watching my friends get thinner, and their eyes fade
G
I'd trade a year for a day with the blinds drawn
C
And I'd lay with you for hours, counting the scratches on my ceiling
Am7
peeling the paint off with our fingernails,
F G
we watched the clouds start spinning on the street – unstrapped the shoes from our feet
C
And my mother only asks that I look after myself,
Am7
but I have always been far too scared to ever ask for help,
F G
And I know that I put you through hell, but I promise I am getting well.
[Chorus]
F G C Am7
You're so ugly when you're high, but then again, so am I
F G C Am7
Making excuses for my behaviour, coming back to be a saviour, I'm a saint - king of all things breakable
F G C
But you've got no idea what these hands can do when empty
[Verse 2]
C Am7
And I will let you down, I won't make it to the afternoon
F
And as the sun closes in, I'm making promises again
F
Too soon, confessions in between songs, our hands by our side
F
and wrapped around drinks and barely listening to
C Am7
words about people that I hope to never meet, you were the tenderest of comrades,
F
the homeliest of thieves but I've got enough friends, and I've had enough time to come to the conclusion
G
that you are not mine - you were never mine
C
She's got eyes like crystal balls, she talks like crystal meth,
Am7
and I'm hopeful but doubting she won't answer, she's dancing
F G F
And you're pretty so I’ll forgive you, but you're by no means beautiful so I won't forget it
[Chorus]
G C Am7
So ugly when you're high, but then again, so am I
F G C
Making excuses for my behaviour, coming back to be a saviour,
Am7
I'm a fucking saint - king of all things breakable
F G
But you've got no idea
F G
No you've got no idea
C
No I've got no idea
F G Am7
what these hands can do, these hands can do when they are empty
