Third-Wave Hangover

{heavy

distorted synth bass-line snapping into mocking drum beat,

high-voltage static, sharp percussive clatter}

Phone is "broken," forgot to charge the lie again

Cette tenue ridicule, God,

I hope it’s a trend

"Finished?" I didn't know that we’d even begun

Tu tournes en rond,

le cycle est mal fait,

the damage is done {Glitch-shimmer on "Man-child"} Stupid?

Slow? Maybe just useless,

le mot est doux Un man-child,

building his life on the back of you.

{biting rhythmic

sarcastic delivery}

Man-child, pourquoi tu reviens toujours vers moi?

Fuck my life, laisse-moi tranquille,

laisse-moi être moi

Never heard of self-care,

missing half the brain

Tu prends tout mon amour,

I’m done with the drain {Layered harmonies,

piercing and ironic} Why so sexy if you're so dumb?

Je blâme ta maman,

ta façon d'être, ta façon de fuir.

{anthemic bratty high-energy}

I like the boys who play hard to get,

le jeu est laid And I like my men incompetent,

c'est ce qu'il me faut,

c'est ce qui m'aidait

Mais je jure qu’ils me choisissent,

I’m not choosing them Amen,

hey, men, le cycle est un problème.

{monotone cool detached delivery}

Incompetent.

Incompétent.

Not choosing them.

Je ne les choisis pas.

{Whisper, very close-mic} Amen.

Hey, men. {music drops to steady driving bass pulse,

close-mic dry vocal} I’m innocent.

Je suis libre.

100%

Tiguidou, the cycle is broken.

{final sharp snap of the fingers,

bored melodic Amen}

{raw intimate bedroom studio vibe,

resolved

and dismissive}