King Of All Things Breakable

C  Am7  F  G

[Verse 1]
C                                 
And my darling I am sorry I'm not 
                    Am7
nearer, I'm at some godforsaken 
service station
watching my friends get thinner, and
            F
 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,
we watched the clouds start spinning
        F                      
 on the street – unstrapped the 
            G
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                          
And I know that I put you through 
             G
hell, but I promise I am getting 
well.

[Chorus]
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F                          G     
You're so ugly when you're high, 
         C              Am7
but then again, so am I
F                          G     
Making excuses for my behaviour, 
                    C              
coming back to be a saviour, I'm a 
        Am7
saint - king of all things breakable
    F               G             
But you've got no idea what these 
             C
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                                 
words about people that I hope to 
            Am7
never meet, you were the tenderest 
of comrades,
the homeliest of thieves but I've 
    F
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                     
And you're pretty so I’ll forgive 
you, but you're by no means 
 G                           F
beautiful so I won't forget it

[Chorus]
                    G              
So ugly when you're high, but then 
C              Am7
again, so am I
F                          G     
Making excuses for my behaviour, 
                    C
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 
what these hands can do, these 
                         Am7
hands can do when they are empty