Like Ashoka's Inferno Of Memory Lyrics - Aureate Gloom - Of Montreal

Music started, I woke, I can't laugh at myself 

If I get joke, somebody's paying attention 

And I'm cooking well without a concrete oof 

He ran you without a single intelligent word 

Sometimes you get the punch that somebody else deserved 

But a man must tack his conquest, keep his spirits high 

And I... 

And I held you [?] 

I just rolled my eyes, went back to my book 

I realize then if I could know something alive in you 

Something I could love, I think must I be dead 

I ask if I could come visit her in her living grave 

The place where she and her circumstantial husband stay 

To whisk her away, or at least shake things out 

But who am I to break up an unhappy home? 

And you said you wanted to murder your rabbit heart 

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