Los Campesinos! - I just sighed i just sighed just so you know

^DmFirst and foremost, don't let it be said I am wr^Fiting this at 7:^Am10 am On the h^Dmard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt ^FAstronomically speaking, it's the f^Amirst day of autumn But the ^Dmsun is hanging 'round like summer's hungover They'll kn^Fock the garage down and build f^Amlats where I sit The tra^Dmffic's so persistent that it barely registers And it sm^Fells like a mix between pe^Amtrol and dog shit

^BbJust let me ^Ambe the one that ke^Ceps track of the m^Dmoles on your back ^BbI just sighed, the uni^Fverse rep^Amlied, "Let this p^Cass you by"

^DmSometimes it's just enough to know I k^Feep him on his t^Amoes Is he as sym^Dmpathetic as me to the untimely demise of y^Four synthetic clo^Amthes? I've displayed ma^Dmrriage proposals on the Jumbotrons of bal^Flgames you've not b^Ameen at I've written eu^Dmlogies in guestbooks of gall^Feries in the hope that you m^Amight pass

^BbJust let me ^Ambe the one that ke^Ceps track of the m^Dmoles on your back ^BbI just sighed, the uni^Fverse rep^Amlied, "Let this p^Cass you by"

^DmShe, nervous and barefoot, chats to ^C#me at the front door ^FHe, boyfriend, inside's a saint, be^Amcoming a martyr Me ro^Dmlling, writhing on the floor, stared da^C#ggers pulled from my thoracic wall ^F When I h^Cold sea sh^Gmells to ^Fmy ears, I^C'm pretty s^Gmure I can h^Bbear y^Fou ^{Gm Bb C}

^DmHe gave a gift of the Faber Book of Love Poems ^FAnnotated the o^Amnes he thought applied the ^Dmmost Not gonna win you round with prose If an^Fyone should know then it's ^AmI should know (Oh-oh) ^FGirl, there must be a reason you let it slip ^GmWent to the point of sending the message ^AmSix months of visceral Catherine Wheels ^BbKissing carnivores to m^Cake it seem like less of a deal

^BbJust let me ^Ambe the one that ke^Ceps track of the m^Dmoles on your back ^BbI just sighed, the uni^Fverse rep^Amlied, "Let this p^Cass you by"

I pr^Dmomise after this I will p^C#ick up the phone book And ch^Foose the name that my eyes fall u^Ampon on their first look ^DmAim all of my poorly composed decl^C#arations there in the future ^F I'm so s^Corry to h^Gmave to put y^Fou through a l^Gmifet^Bbime of ^CDedications that you n^Gmever desired

And this ^Dmone sente^Cnce blu^Fdgeons me o^Amver the h^Bbead^{F C Am Bb F C Am} (Okay) I'm a li^Dmttle bit drunk, and I mean just a little bit No l^Fush in denial, only rather coquettish I'm fi^Dmfteen years old and my parents' only son Like I ba^Frely survived a girls' school education ^GmPrettier now that you've grown your hair long I'm a s^Bblip of a man since I cut mine all off

Please just ^Dmlet me ^Cbe the ^Bbone to keep track ^{Dm F Bb} Of the freck^Dmles and^C the mo^Bbles on your back ^{Dm F Bb F Bb}