of montreal

the past is a grotesque animal
and in its eyes you see
how completely wrong you can be
the sun is out
it melts the snow that fell yesterday
makes you wonder why it bothered

it's so embarassing to need someone like i do you
how can i explain?
i need you here and not here too
but at least i author my own

things could be differentbut they're not
and it's my favorite scene
but the cruelty's so predictable
makes you sad on the stage
though our love project has so much potential
it's like we weren't made for this world
though i wouldn't really want meet someone who was

you've red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart
and nothing can defeat you
no death, no ugly world
you've lived so brightly
you've altered everything
i find myself searching for old selves
while speeding forwardthrough the plate glass of maturing cells
even apocolypse is fleeting
there's no death, no ugly world

sometimes i wonder if you're mythologizing me like i do you
we want our film to be beautiful, not realistic
see me in the radiance of terror dreams
you can betray me
you can teach me something wonderful

project your fears onto me
i need to view them
see there's nothing to them
i promise you there's nothing to them

i'm so touched by your goodness
you make me feel so criminal
how do you keep it together?
i'm all unraveled
but you know no matter where we are
we're always touching by underground wires
i've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
but most nights we've raided the same kingdoms
and none of our secrets are physical now