​of Montreal - Trashed Exes lyrics

[​of Montreal - Trashed Exes lyrics]

The problem is a different girl
An Athenian beach­goth
We have so much to live for but
Living is not one of your talents
You you were just slumming it
With me, you faked it, i was your slum
Now I can't even talk to you
Easy rider see whatcha done done

Gabrielle, i met the plague of you
L'appel du vide of your trashed exes
I felt like Antonine Artaud because
I refused to cry, refused to cry
I saw our withering and
Thought "how romantic"
I saw our withering and thought "I'm glad"
Did you really try to love me?
That doesn't sound like you no not you
Now that I am dispossessed
I feel almost happy
Happy that I no longer have to


Be the prey of your syndrome
I do miss the corybantic wilds of
Our furious and awful love
I was ready to share everything oh
Honey what was I thinking of?

Gabrielle, I met the plague of you
I met the plague
I felt like Antonine Artaud because
I refused to cry, refused to cry
I saw our withering and
Thought "nothing tragic"
I saw our withering and thought "good
I'm glad" did I really try to love you?

Gabrielle, i met the plague of you
L'appel du vide of your trashed exes
I felt like Antonine Artaud because
I refused to cry, refused to cry
I saw our withering and
Thought "how romantic"
I saw our withering and thought "I'm glad"
Did you really try to love me?
That doesn't sound like you no not you

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