Paroles de Last Rites At The Jane Hotel
of Montreal
Otha 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 fo' 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 yoself
Doncha know it's pointless to try & bully me into carin' more?
Assume no fault of yo own, it's really just the boredom of bein someone's captive
These tears I cry fo' 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
& 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
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