In Medias Res

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B  E  F#  G#m E x4 

A    F# G#m A    F# E 

verse 1: 

                      B 
But let's talk about you for a minute  
           E 
With the vomit at your gullet  
        F#                             G#m              E 
From a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic  
        B                                 E 
On the back seat of your car, because it wasn't safe to start it  
          F#                                 G#m               E 
You were "far too fucked to drive", were the words that you imparted  
           B                 E                     F#             G#m   E 
And the woollen dress that clung so tight to the contours of your body  
         B                    E              F#            G#m    E 
And the dead grass stuck to fibres from us rolling in the lay-by  
       B                     E 
Were passed to dog-haired blankets  
        F#                     G#m    E 
That protected the bench seat covers  
         B          E                    F#            G#m    E 
And a crucifix was hung from rear view mirror by your mother  

A    F# G#m A    F# E 

(glockenspiel part:) 

Ab  B  Ab  Bb Db x3 

verse 2: 

      Ab                  B           Ab          Bb    Db 
I'm leaving my body to science, not medical but physics  
Ab                           B          Ab                 Bb       Db 
Drag my corpse through the airport and lay me limp on the left wing  
Ab                      B                       Ab                             Bb    Db 
Drop me at the highest point and trace a line around the dent I leave in the ground  
Ab                B                       Ab                 Bb 
That'll be the initial of the one you'll marry now I'm not around  
   Db       Ab                          B 
I flew for seven hours, the sky didn't once turn black  

B   G#m   E Dbm 

              B 
And I would sooner go down in a ball of flames! 
              G#m 
(Then I would lay here and be bored to death 
                  E    Dbm  G#m 
 All's well that ends.) 

B  E  F#  G#m E x2 

verse 3: 

   B                   E                 F#               G#m    E 
I wake from sleep, my head and shoulder, wet against the window  
   B                     E                F#                    G#m     E  
A frost had formed and melted, soaked me right through to my collarbone  
B                       E                 F#                 G#m 
If you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45  
E            B            E             F#            G#m  E  B 
But with a lover at your side, after a full and happy life  
            E                   F#    G#m  E  B 
Is this something that would interest you?  
              E             F#  G#m  E 
Would this interest you at all? 

B  E  F#  G#m E