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}