King Of All Things Breakable

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]
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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