Triste

I came here, we’re over
I smiled and acted happy as I wondered
You seemed glad, I changed color
Where were you forever, you’ve always said never
I love you

Je n’y peux rien si tu es triste
Je ne peux acheter la joie
Mais ne sois pas si pessimiste
Ne sois pas comme moi

I feel lost, I’m tired
You wanted to breathe but I came here to squeeze you
I’m bitter
A circle, the same friends
It’s getting normal but still a bit awkward, it depends

It’s an old show where everyone is laying low and you hold your breath and a cigarette, a cigarette and a stinger shot and the rattle and shine of your bracelets
It’s an old show where everyone is laying low and you hold your breath and a cigarette, a cigarette and a stinger shot and the rattle and shine of your bracelets

Je n’y peux rien si tu es triste
Je ne peux acheter la joie
Mais ne sois pas si pessimiste, ne sois pas comme moi
Je n’y peux rien si tu es triste
Je ne peux acheter la joie
Mais ne sois pas si pessimiste, ne sois pas comme moi

A light touch, an old flame
Don’t talk much, we’re the same