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