I lost my black box after the crash
The night draws you in, you disappear like Batman
The storm inspires me, completes me in my bad moods
I'm still hesitating between a shy girl and a bad girl
I took off for a bunch of reasons
The streets are streams leading to your house
I remain unmoved when you tell me I'm the only one
I say goodbye to my sand castle, your wax house melts under the sun

Powerless, a bottomless pit, no trust in my intuition
Don't listen when I tell you I'm sure
Their hickies against my bites, I'm sensitive to your whispers
I drank the fruit of the vines to get out of my role
I'll go to an island, shoot up on the coast
I saw your true nature in the eye of another
(In the eye of another, in the eye of another)
Feelings of titanium
It's always the mistral that wins
We share your tablet like a Kitkat, go fast in a hearse, tell me
Yes or no is it binary?
Leave without me I stay in winter, I become bourgeois if I take her on the pool table
We were a thousand, we are a billion, it's like a lolo with them
Oil and water with them, I don't kiss you just after it's gross
Yesterday butt tomorrow cigarette
Silence these melodramas in my head

I lost my black box after the crash
The night draws you in, you disappear like Batman
The storm inspires me, completes me in my bad moods
I'm still hesitating between a shy girl and a bad girl
I took off for a bunch of reasons
The streets are streams leading to your house
I remain unmoved when you tell me I'm the only one
I say goodbye to my sand castle, my wax house melts under the sun

Uprooted before blooming, pilgrimage to the murder scene
Your neighborhood is not Mordor
I play a bad trick on you with good heart
It drives you crazy as much as it makes you stupid
That we don't recognize happiness when we meet it
Overwhelmed by the times that run
My laces in a mud puddle
Blowgun in play, war paint on face
Like an Indian in the village
I worry about my mental health
I don't have the morale, in a vicious circle of anxiety
I veil my face when I say I'm okay
If you leave we'll do without you
Sure from afar it's nice
Here, take my place you won't hold we don't pay you to be nice
Hunched back hanging arms, Balenciaga on my phalanges
In your life you're just a spectator, the actor of a bad art film
I try to read under the stripes
The poems you don't assume
The tower slides so hold the wall well
I'm just a ghost in the opera

I lost my black box after the crash
The night draws you in, you disappear like Batman
The storm inspires me, completes me in my bad moods
I'm still hesitating between a shy girl and a bad girl
A bad girl, a bad girl
Black box, Batman, bad mood, I'm still hesitating

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