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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 [Refrain] 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, I'm 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 It's through 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 Drinking at the Jane hotel 'Til it was overrun by terrible people We heard him say his name from the train As usual, eyes 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 Songtexte The misery loop that you sent me on It wrecked me for other summers But now that I am free and almost alone Down in Chelsea, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania