No, I'm not real
But there's something, the way you look at me
And the kisses on your neck
I'd like to make a movie out of it
Film it in 4K
Make them crazy with jealousy
I'd win the Palme d'Or at Cannes
With my iPhone Pro
I have the best plans
Because the casting is too beautiful
Anyway, you're the only one in it
And if that's not enough
I'll keep everything for myself
Every night on the big screen
Even when you're not there anymore
Even when you're not there anymore

There's a sound missing for the album
I'm out of inspiration, I'm fed up
I've probably said it all
Or there are no more words, we're done
And everything sounds false
But I'm tired of talking about you
I need to change the subject
We've done the rounds, there's too much of you in this damn project

And I'm not real but we need to film
These nights where I'm doing anything, where I'm wasted
And everything I write is shattered
I even wonder if it's true
What they say on the radio, on TV
Do I really have talent?
Or is it beginner's luck?
I couldn't live on minimum wage and I love money too much
Need cash, but that's why I sing
I have too many tunes in my head
And I want gifts, to party
My problem is that I want everything at the same time
I smile but it's not okay inside
No more friends, just groupies
Who talk, but don't know my life

I only know how to write when I'm sad
It's the feeling I know best
And sometimes, to prove to myself that I exist
I drive with my eyes closed
I'm afraid of failure like Orelsan
Afraid of disappointing my audience
I'm worthless, silence that is broken
How many will listen to my music?
At least I have two parents who will buy the disc

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