Afterwards Lyrics - Singles - Arab Strap

The bed's a mess 

When we're finished and at rest 

And I can just see the post fuck flush across your chest 

The telly's silent 

The room's lit only by the screen 

And now we're perfect moulds 

With just our pulses in between 

Well, I'm not listening to what my mother said 

What we're doing inside my bed 

And I'm not pretending this time you're someone else 

But I'm cleaning these sheets all by myself 

Afterwards is best 

You get up to get dressed 

I think your pants are by the door 

I think tomorrow we might be sore 

Even in this light, your tits look white against the tanning 

And I know we're a couple now 'cause 

We went down the Family Planning 

It hit me in the waiting room 

Waiting for you when you were getting what you need 

But I can't help be a bit disappointed when you start to bleed 

Afterwards is best 

You get up to get dressed 

I think your pants are by the door 

I think we might be sore