Text: Of Montreal. False Priest. Casualty of You.

How can I tolerate looking you in the eyes?
How you've evolved, no tears at heart
It's not fair, shouldn't be like this
You shouldn't be so com-pulsed
I know, you should be more awkward

I hate you for pinning this up
Making me feel what I know just isn't true
You've ruined me, you're a terrorist
I'm a casualty of you

Your sister called today, I heard the phone ring
Really why should I answer? She's so critical
I wasn't surprised to hear a single word message
Just said, "Stop"

You stole something from me, can't say what
Just know it's gone now, everything is wrong
Everything is wrong, everything is wrong
I'm a casualty of you