Pink Static Dreams

Ta vieille machine à écrire,

left in my apartment Straight from the tortured poets,

what an arrangement

I think the things I never say,

"Who uses keys like that?"

Tu fais ton self-sabotage,

throwing spikes on the mat Mais j’ai vu cet épisode,

and I still love the show

Qui d'autre peut te décoder?

Who else really knows?

Qui va te tenir,

who’s gonna hold you like me?

Qui va te connaître,

if not me? I laughed in your face,

I said it’s all just a skit Not Dylan

Thomas, nor Patti Smith—we’re modern idiots

Nobody.

No-fucking-body. Personne d'autre.

Smoke and chocolate, we're building the debris

Charlie Puth, l'artiste, we both agree I scratch your head,

tu t'endors like a golden retriever

Awaken with the dread,

the nail-pounding fever Mais j’ai lu ce scénario,

you come undone

I chose this cyclone,

on est deux, on est un.

Sometimes, I wonder, est-ce qu'on va tout gâcher?

But we told our friends,

on est faits pour s'aimer.

Dinner in the city,

tu prends ma bague,

tu la changes de doigt And that’s the closest to my heart

exploding, moi et toi.

Who’s gonna hold you?

(Me).

Qui va te connaître?

(Moi).

100% Tiguidou, we're two modern idiots.