​of Montreal - Last Rites at the Jane Hotel lyrics

Other people can be so disappointing
I need to spend more time alone
What gives us the right to be so depressing?
224 West 16th Street was our cathedral

These tears I cry for you must prove that I'm
Not the demon that I'm meant to be

You say you love me though, just like you
I'm too shady knowing what you know
It must be hard to trust someone
Who's so similar to yourself
Don't you know it's pointless to try
And bully me into caring more
It's through no fault of your own
It's really just the boredom
Of being someone's captive

Drinking at the Jane hotel
'Til it was overrun by terrible people
We heard him say "Hi!"s name from the train

As usual, eyes dead from anti-anxiety meds
And the old gang grasping for
Air that's not there

Seeking out my own authentic season in hell
Though it doesn't feel quite as pompous
At least not as I can
At least not as I can tell

The misery loop that you sent me on
It wrecked me for other summers
But now that I am free and almost alone
Down in Chelsea, I feel better

Why would you ask? Why should
You care how I'm doing?
Do I bother you with those
Kinds of vapid questions anymore?
I wanna matter, I wanna be your friend
Not a poison this kind of love
Our kind of love is so demoralizing

Seeking out my own authentic season in hell
Though it doesn't feel quite as caustic
'Least not as I can at least not as I can
At least not as I can tell