I’m bad detached few words

{stuttering tape loop of an exhale,

86 BPM shuffle starts} [English] I just got mad.

[French] Le glitch est humain.

[Spanish] Todo está bien.

Tiguidou. {the rhythm hits with a blunt,

honest kick} [English] I just got mad,

I’m bad at detaching.

[Franglais] Cool as ice,

jusqu’à ce que je commence à parler.

[French] Les mots disparaissent,

je suis désorientée. [English] I’d like to

take you out, maybe find

some peace. [Franglais] Do you think of me?

Ou est-ce que ça cesse?

[English] I count my wrongs,

I fear this song—

[French] Désolée, I just got mad.

{guitar is sparse, almost snapping under the tension} [English] Over love,

it’s overrated, I’m over the line.

[French] Ton absence me manque,

mais je garde le signe.

[Franglais] I hate your guts,

mais je ne peux pas partir.

[English] I care too much,

so I hold the breath in.

[French] Et soudain, I lose my head,

baby.

{vocal crack on "head"} {rhythm intensifies,

layering in soft, dissonant synth

humming} [English]

I just got mad,

I’m bad at detaching.

[Franglais] Cool as ice,

jusqu’à ce que je commence à parler.

[French] Les mots disparaissent,

je suis désorientée. [English] I’d like to take you out,

maybe find some peace.

[Franglais] Do you think of me?

Ou est-ce que ça cesse?

[English] I count my wrongs,

I fear this song— [French] Désolée,

I just got mad.

{a sudden, jarring silence then a distorted,

choral scream} [English] MAD!

[French] FOU!

[Spanish] ¡LOCO!

{everything slows down to 40 BPM,

heavy, heartbeat pulse} [English] What do you think?

Do you think about me?

[French] Je compte mes erreurs,

je crains cette chanson.

[English] Sorry, I just got mad.

[Franglais] C’est quand même pretty good.

[Latin] Humanum est.

Tiguidou.