You're on yr back in the acoustic tent And I'm through with singer-songwriters Like your through saying "we" From field to field we try to feel A little more than the choral collectivity That you love more than me Maybe if we tried to be nicer to each other We'd still be together come Monday morning But I don't see it happening Maybe if we at least tried to be civil We'd still be together on Monday, but oh I forsee a long awkward journey home My bloodstream saturated with sugar Sugar and caffeine and liquour And my ears bleeding from the noise You go off to wrap yourself in Authentic alternative freak folk And to start flirting with older boys And we can hide from the mess inside your tent But trips to the main stage won't save us now I walk into the crowd to drown And wish I could drag you down So we can't pull ourselves together But if you'll hold my heavy heart Maybe we can pretend that we still like one another Maybe we can force something like we had at the start So we can't pull ourselves together But if you'll hold my house-sized heart Maybe we can prented that we still like one another Maybe we can force something like we had at the start Maybe if we were a little nicer to each other We'd still be together come Monday morning But I don't see that happening Maybe if we at least tried to be civil We'd still be together on Monday, but oh I forsee a long awkward journey home And you can let yourself back in You know I would forgive this (x3) And you can let yourself back in You know I'd forgive anything

We descend into the sweat Requests ignored last week but we're hopeful yet Our powers don't Work right down here This floors always full when it should be clear We want to be dancing but these DJs are liars Too many nightclubs, not enough nightclub fires. One side's all swagger and squealing like swine And the other's all nostalgia for dead hearts and dead minds And we dance we can and we try and we try And we pray for good records, like that's the way we get by And most nights now it sucks both sides But [ ] must die sometime. We want to be dancing but these DJs are liars Too many nightclubs, not enough nightclub fires. Give me an exit, or give me a half decent record to work with, 'cause this could be brilliant, this could be perfect if you'd give me a half decent record to work with - Some nights we suffer and some nights we soar But maybe we shouldn't go to [ ] any more We want to be dancing but these DJs are liars, Too many nightclubs, not enough nightclub fires. We kicked in the speakers and pulled out the wires I guess you heard about the nightclub fires.

At which point I realise I'm going to die in this city, either in my freezing flat or one of these boiling underground bars, I wonder which pub / club / subterranean sex sewer you're in right now and consider calling you and admitting that yes, I may have told the occasional lie in the name of keeping you awake and enthralled and caring and I'm sorry, I know it shouldn't ever be that way but sometimes it seems I get desperate and end up dying to be talked to, dying to be talked about and just dying, because my body breaks a little more every day - some nights my legs just stop taking orders and once I went blind for half an hour and now I find myself more and more trapped alone on bathroom floors, trying to sing along to my screaming speakers, trying to find a little comfort in sound and some nights it comes but some nights it doesn't You came over and labelled everything in my kitchen unsafe But there's no need I just assume the things I want will hurt me these days I demanded that you crucify me with your kisses, so you did and every limb that your lips touched instantly fell to the bed and it felt to me like a tower block imploding but it felt to you like nothing. Whenever I leave the house now I try not to buy books or films that'll only make me cry, you touch my loose left hand and say I'll be able to handle them one day but now is not the time. (There's always someone stunning descending a staircase that's never going to talk to us) You came over and labelled everything in my kitchen unsafe But there's no need I just assume the things I want will hurt me these days And I can say that's it, John's right, I refuse to be a body but even I refuse to be a body I will still be a body to everyone else, you cannot separate the self from it's container and I will not sacrifice my self because my self is all I've got - and we are all the weaker for it, we are ugly, we are stupid, we make mistakes, we fuck up constantly, we are mean without reason, we are weak. But if you can forgive that, if you can live with me and my failing body, the failing body that throws me down on the floors of my friends and makes me say insufferable things - if you can forgive that, I will be whatever you need me to be - I will be your warm body, I will be your empty bed, I will be distant until summoned and I will love you, I will love you without doubt, without reason, without question, I will love you and then I'll be dead If the things I want are gonna hurt me then I think we can safely assume the things you want are going to hurt you too.