In Medias Res Lyrics - Romance Is Boring - Los Campesinos!

But let's talk about you for a minute 

With the vomit at yr gullet 

From a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic 

On the back seat in yr car, because it wasn't safe to start it 

You were "far too fucked to drive", were the words that you imparted 

And the woolen dress that clung so tight to the contours of your body 

And the dead grass stuck to fibers from us rolling in the lay-by 

Were passed to dog-haired blankets 

That protected the bench seat covers 

And a crucifix was hung from rear view mirror by yr mother 

I'm leaving my body to science, not medical but physics 

Drag my corpse through the airport and lay me limp on the left wing 

Drop me at the highest point and trace a line around the dent I leave in the ground 

That'll be the initial of the one you'll marry now I'm not around 

I flew for seven hours, the sky didn't once go black 

I wake from sleep, my head and shoulder, wet against the window 

A frost had formed and melted, soaked me right through to my collarbone 

If you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45 

But with a lover at yr side, after a full and happy life 

Is this something that would interest you? 

Would this interest you at all?