Black Plant - The Last Shadow Puppets, Alex Turner, Miles Kane

You bit your lip and on the tip of your tongue was your view

He hadn’t dealt with how you felt with ways that suited you.

Got paper-cuts from the love letters you never gave him

Could not meet your new found needs for misbehaving.

Why would you say sorry?

You said there was a nagging lack of smiles

When dancing on your back

Tenderness aplenty but that wasn’t what you craved

There’s holes in hearts

Desire starts to make demands

And dear boy you’d be a fool to make your plans with her

Why would you say sorry

When it’s just one of many

Bullets you will bite

While waiting for a ray of light