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
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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