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 cathedral
 These tears I cry for you must prove that
 I'm not the demon that I'm meant to be
 You 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 captive
 These tears I cry for you must prove that
 I'm not the demon that I'm meant to be
 Check-in at the Jane hotel
 Terrible people
 As usual as dead from anti-anxiety meds
 And the old gang grasping for air that's not there
 Seeking 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 tell
 Dream, dream
 Misery [?] yawning
 Wrecked me for the summer's [?]
 That I am free and almost alone
 Down in Jersey I feel better
 Why 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 demoralizing
 These tears I cry for you must prove that
 I'm not the demon that I'm meant to be
 Seeking 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 tell
 Seeking 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