Last Rites At the Jane Hotel - Of Montreal
Other people can be so disappointing
I need to spend more time alone
What gives us the right to be so depressin'
Two twenty four
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
Ya say you love me
Tho just like you aren't 2 shady
Know what ya know
It must be hard to trust someone
Who's so similar to yourself
Doncha know it's pointless to try
And bully me into carin' more
Assume no fault of you own
It's really just the boredom
Being someone's captive
These tears I cry for you must prove
That I'm not the demon that I'm meant to be
Check-in at the Jane hotel
Tell them to remember my terrible features
The pilot says no funk train
As usual as dead from anti anxiety medz
And the ole' gang graspin' for air
That's not there
Seekin' out my own authentic season in hell
Tho it doesn't feel quite as pompous
Least not as I can
At least not as I can tell
Dream dream
Misery look that has sent me yawnin'
Wrecked me
Fell for the summer's member
I am free
Almost alone down in Jersey I feel taint
Why would ya ask
Why should ya care how I'm doin'
Do I botha you with those kinds
Of rabid questions anymore
I want to matter
I wanna be yo friend not a poison
This kinda love
Our kindda love is so demoralizin'
These tears I cry fo' you must prove
That I'm not the demon
That I'm meant to be
Seekin' out my own authentic season in hell
Tho it doesn't feel quite as pompous
Least not as I can
At least not as I can tell
Seekin' out my own authentic season in hell
Tho it doesn't feel quite as pompous
Least not as I can
At least not as I can
At least not as I can tell