Letra de Last Rites At The Jane Hotel
Other people can be so disappointing I need to spend more time alone What gives us the right to be so depressing? 224 West 16th Street was our cathedralThese tears I cry for you must prove that I'm not the demon that I'm meant to beYou say you love me though just like you aren't too shady Knowing what you know, it must be hard to Trust someone who's so similar to yourself Don't you know it's pointless to try and bully me into caring more Assume no fault of your own It's really just the boredom of being someone's captiveThese tears I cry for you must prove that I'm not the demon that I'm meant to beCheck-in at the Jane hotel Terrible peopleAs usual as dead from anti-anxiety meds And the old gang grasping for air that's not thereSeeking out my own authentic season in hell Though it doesn't feel quite as pompous At least not as I can At least not as I can tellDream, dreamMisery [?] yawning Wrecked me for the summer's [?] That I am free and almost alone Down in Jersey I feel betterWhy would you ask? Why should you care how I'm doing? Do I bother you with those kinds of vapid questions anymore? I wanna matter, I wanna be your friend, not a poison This kind of love, our kind of love is so demoralizingThese tears I cry for you must prove that I'm not the demon that I'm meant to beSeeking out my own authentic season in hell Though it doesn't feel quite as pompous At least not as I can At least not as I can tellSeeking out my own authentic season in hell Though it doesn't feel quite as caustic At least not as I can At least not as I can At least not as I can tell