It’s all falling apart!
I’m erasing you, and I’m happy!
You did it to me first!
I can’t believe you did this to me.
I m sorry if I smothered you.
I sometimes wish I stayed inside my mother,
never to come out.
of Montreal — “Noir Blues to Tinnitus” |
the celebration has ended /
and now no one will compare /
i’ll be searching for you in everyone /
but you won’t be there /
no, you won’t be there /