Drowner's TeÃrs - Of Montreal

All the bitter tears we girls cry

At least wait until I’m dead to do that dance on my grave

I don’t ask for help that’s why I’m seen as inhuman

I’m choosing not to pay attention that much

I need you to talk to the unreality so I can believe that I don’t know

Me acting out of hive is not Dolls Kill

Being true to you is always thrills

Realty’s become a trauma artist I’m choosing now to not hate-watch

Regrets want to stage lives I’m not worth the razor waves

Some bastard song we all agree on

These are the bitter tears we girls cry

All the bitter tears we girls cry

Acquiesce to truly have an aesthesis monosyllabic horizons collide

To shatter shells of them now claiming fragility

We clap come-ons and improvise

I just want to get so smashed I spontaneously jump into your lap

Both of us burn to the sound of my name

These are the bitter tears we girls cry

All the bitter tears all the angry tears we girls cry