trashed exes

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