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