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 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