Trashed Exes

Bb A#m
Cm  Ab
Bb A#m
F Fm
A#m
Cm
A#m
Fm Fm
Ab Db

[Verse 1]
Ab                              
The problem is a different girl,
Fm                     Db
 an Athenian beach­goth
Fm                            
We have so much to live for but 
             F              C
living is not one of your talents
Ab                                
You you were just slumming it with
     C                       Eb
 me, you faked it, i was your slum
                  G       Fm      
Now i can't even talk to you, easy
                  C
 rider see whatcha done done



[Chorus]
A#m                               
Gabrielle, i met the plague of 
   Cm           F          Cm
you, l'appel du vide of your trashed
 exes
 Am       A#m                     
I felt like Antonin Artaud because
    Fm              Fm
 i refused to cry, refused to cry
 Am          Bb
I saw our withering and thought "how
 romantic"
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 Cm
I saw our withering and thought "i'm
 glad"
A#m                               
Did you really try to love me? 
        F
that doesn't sound like you
 Fm
No not you

[Verse 2]

 F            C               E
Now that i am dispossessed i feel 
almost happy
C                                 
Happy that i no longer have to be 
    Em                   Gb
the prey of your syndrome
 Ab                              
I do miss the corybantic wilds of 
       Fm                  Cm Ab
our furious and awful love
 Db                 Fm           
I was ready to share everything 
C                 F
oh honey what was i thinking of?


[Chorus]
A#m                               
Gabrielle, i met the plague of 
                  Cm
you, i met the plague
A#m                   Gb         
I felt like Antonin Artaud 
Fm          F         Fm
because i refused to cry refused to 
cry
A#m        Gb
I saw our withering and thought 
"nothing tragic"
Cm
I saw our withering and thought 
"good, i'm glad"
 C         A#m
Did i really try to love you?

F

A#m                               
Gabrielle, i met the plague of 
  Cm
you, l'appel du vide of your trashed
 exes
 A#m                               
I felt like Antonin Artaud because 
Fm                       Ab
i refused to cry, refused to cry
 Ebm        A#m                  
I saw our withering and thought "how
Bb
 romantic"
 Cm
I saw our withering and thought "i'm
 glad"
  A#m                              
Did you really try to love me? that
           C
 doesn't sound like you
Cm     Fm
No not you

[Other]

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