Of Montreal

Of Montreal - Trashed Exes lyrics

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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 Antonin Artaud because I 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 Antonin Artaud because I 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 Antonin Artaud because I 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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