Carton Aesthesis (o Portão) - Of Montreal

Acquiesce to truly have an aesthesis

Being true to you is always thrills

Reality’s become a trauma artist

I’m choosing now to not hate-watch

Regrets want to stage lives

Now that I’ve vowed to save you from this awful place

Our ears burn at the sound of my name

'Cause when they look at me babe

I know what they see

I know how they see me

I know what they see

I know how they see me

When they look at me

I know how they see

I know how they see

I know what they see

I know how they see me