Straight In At 101-Los Campesinos!

[ti:Straight In At 101] [ar:Los Campesinos] [al:Romance Is Boring] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Straight In At 101 - Los Campesinos! [00:11.10]I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock. [00:16.69]Feels like the build-up takes forever but you never get me off. [00:23.62]You pull your dress over your face, [00:26.25]And I stare down towards my chest, [00:29.00]Chastise both our greasy hair, [00:31.69]Wonder whose gut is the softest. [00:34.56]Stand with my ear to the door listening to the landing floorboards, [00:39.96]Working out when will be safe to dash from mattress to your bathroom, [00:45.37]Where I ball my fingers into fists until my knuckles glow bright white, [00:50.55]Press the heels into eye sockets 'til I see the flashing lights. [00:55.47]Stop me when my stories change [00:58.15]When they have started to repeat, [01:01.15]'Cause last time I was a mess of sleep of icy feet. [01:05.46]So baby; [01:07.84]All apologies. [01:10.65]It was going to happen, [01:13.65]Inevitably. [01:17.27] [01:37.02]I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock. [01:42.74]Feels like the build-up takes forever but you never touch my cock and what exactly do you mean now, [01:51.14]By "what can you even eat? [01:53.37] [01:55.06]And how does that affect how I'll get off this evening?". [01:59.93]I flew down South to Mexico had a minor realization [02:05.74]I understood why kids draw the sun with its rays emanating. [02:10.92]And the beams broke the clouds, [02:13.05]The sky looked like a concertina [02:16.49]I'd sat on in my pocket for weeks, [02:18.80]Folded up from a picture. [02:21.44]I've been playing straight chicken with gay girls (it's never enough), [02:24.94]She keeps on pulling the peace sign (and it seems like a taunt), [02:27.31]She licked a glaze on her lips, [02:28.69]They shone like battleship grey. [02:29.50] [02:30.24]She never liked the wisdom I gave: [02:32.55]"Some people give themselves to religion, [02:34.55]Some people give themselves to a cause, [02:37.49]Some people give themselves to a lover, [02:39.99]I have to give my self to goals". [02:42.86]So baby; [02:45.18]All apologies. [02:47.99]It was going to happen, [02:50.93]Inevitably. [02:52.92] [02:53.49]And if it helps, [02:55.24]I mean, [02:55.80]Even slightly at all, [02:58.07]It's best to dust yourself down and get straight back on the whorse. [03:04.20]I condescend a smile and wink directly at the camera. [03:09.27]I leave you led in both our scents as I tip-toe out the backdoor. [03:13.58] [03:14.68]I skid down icy streets and view my face in the reflection of a high street lingerie store, [03:22.20]Though it wasn't my intention. [03:25.32]I phone my friends and family to gather round the television; [03:31.25]The talking heads count down the most heart-wrenching break ups of all time. [03:37.69]Imagine the great sense of waste, [03:40.31]The indignity, [03:41.94]The embarrassment, [03:43.65]When not a single one of that whole century was mine.