King of All Things Breakable

[Verse 2]
And my darling I am sorry I'm not nearer; I'm at some godforsaken service station watching my friends get thinner, and their eyes fade

I'd trade a year for a day with the blinds drawn

And I'd lay with you for hours counting the scratches on my ceiling; peeling the paint off with our fingernails, we watched the clouds start spinning on the street - unstrapped the shoes from our feet

And my mother only asks that I look after myself, but I have always been far too scared to ever ask for help

And I know that I put you through hell, but I promise I am getting well.

[Chorus]
You're so ugly when you're high, but then again, so am I

Making excuses for my behaviour, coming back to be a saviour, I'm a saint - king of all things breakable

But you've got no idea what these hands can do when empty

[Verse 2]
And I will let you down, I won't make it to the afternoon

And as the sun closes in, I'm making promises again

Too soon, confessions in between songs, our hands by our side and wrapped around drinks and barely listening to words about people that I hope to never meet

You were the tenderest of comrades, the homeliest of thieves but I've got enough friends, and I've had enough time to come to the conclusion you are not mine - you were never mine

She's got eyes like crystal balls, she talks like crystal meth, and I'm hopeful but doubting she won't answer- she's dancing

And you're pretty self forgiving, and you're by no means beautiful so I won't forget it

[Chorus]
You're so ugly when you're high, but then again, so am I

Making excuses for my behaviour, coming back to be a saviour, I'm a fucking saint - king of all things breakable

But you've got no idea
No you've got no idea
No I've got no idea
No I've got no idea what these hands can do, what these hands can do when they are empty