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