In Medias Res

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Verse 1:

                      B
But let's talk about you for a 
minute
           E
With the vomit at your gullet
        F#                      
From a half bottle of vodka that 
       G#m              E
we'd stolen from the optic
        B                    
On the back seat of your car, 
             E
because it wasn't safe to start it
          F#                       
You were "far too fucked to drive",
          G#m               E
 were the words that you imparted
           B                 E    
And the woollen dress that clung 
                 F#             
so tight to the contours of your
G#m   E
 body
         B                    E   
And the dead grass stuck to fibres
           F#            G#m    E
 from us rolling in the lay-by
       B                     E
Were passed to dog-haired blankets
        F#                     G#m
That protected the bench seat 
    E
covers
         B          E             
And a crucifix was hung from rear 
       F#            G#m    E
view mirror by your mother

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(glockenspiel part:)

Ab  B  Ab  Bb Db x3

Verse 2:

      Ab                  B       
I'm leaving my body to science, 
    Ab          Bb    Db
not medical but physics
Ab                           B   
Drag my corpse through the 
       Ab                 Bb       
airport and lay me limp on the left
Db
 wing
Ab                      B        
Drop me at the highest point and 
               Ab                  
trace a line around the dent I 
           Bb    Db
leave in the ground
Ab                B              
That'll be the initial of the one
         Ab                 Bb
 you'll marry now I'm not around
   Db       Ab                
I flew for seven hours, the sky 
          B
didn't once turn black

B   G#m   E Dbm

              B
And I would sooner go down in a ball
 of flames!
              G#m
(Then I would lay here and be bored 
to death
                  E    Dbm  G#m
 All's well that ends.)

B  E  F#  G#m E x2

Verse 3:

   B                   E     
I wake from sleep, my head and 
            F#               G#m  
shoulder, wet against the window
  E

   B                     E   
A frost had formed and melted, 
             F#              
soaked me right through to my 
      G#m     E
collarbone
B                       E    
If you were given the option of 
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dying painlessly in peace at 45
E            B            E     
But with a lover at your side, 
        F#            G#m  E  B
after a full and happy life
            E               
Is this something that would 
    F#    G#m  E  B
interest you?
              E             F#  
Would this interest you at all?
G#m  E