Straight in at 101

You pull your dress over your face,
And I stare down towards my chest,
Chastise both our greasy hair,
Wonder whose gut is the softest.
Stand with my ear to the door listening to the landing floorboards,
Working out when will be safe to dash from mattress to your bathroom,
Where I ball my fingers into fists until my knuckles glow bright white,
Press the heels into eye sockets 'til I see the flashing lights.
Stop me when my stories change/
When they have started to repeat,
'Cause last time I was a mess of sleep of icy feet.

So baby;
All apologies.
It was going to happen,
inevitably.

I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock.
Feels like the build-up takes forever but you never touch my cock and what exactly do you mean now,
By "what can you even eat?
And how does that affect how I'll get off this evening?".

"Some people give themselves to religion,
Some people give themselves to a cause,
Some people give themselves to a lover,
I have to give my self to goals".

Los Campesinos rule so hard. Save the dates May 8th and 10th for when they come here shit is going to get wild.