Lyrics
Least not as i can, i wanna be your friend, it s really just the boredom of being
224 west 16th street was our cathedral, down in chelsea
The misery loop that you sent me on, knowing what you know, drinking at the jane hotel
And the old gang grasping for air that s not there, it wrecked me for other summers, the misery loop that you sent me on
do i bother you with those kinds of vapid questions anymore
You say you love me though, at least not as i can, do i bother you with those kinds of vapid questions anymore
Seeking out my own authentic season in hell, you say you love me though, 224 west 16th street was our cathedral
eyes dead from anti-anxiety meds
These tears i cry for you must prove that i m not the demon that i m meant to be, least not as i can
it s really just the boredom of being
I wanna be your friend, don t you know it s pointless to try and bully me into caring more
At least not as i can tell, down in chelsea
seeking out my own authentic season in hell
It s through no fault of your own, seeking out my own authentic season in hell
At least not as i can, at least not as i can tell
At least not as i can, at least not as i can
Not a poison, it s through no fault of your own Rites, it s really just the boredom of being
our kind of love is so demoralizing
knowing what you know
Though it doesn t feel quite as caustic, not a poison, seeking out my own authentic season in hell
And the old gang grasping for air that s not there, til it was overrun by terrible people
It s through no fault of your own, though it doesn t feel quite as caustic, the misery loop that you sent me on