[INTRO — almost a love song] mmm… come here. no names. just the heat off the screen and that little lie you wear like perfume. you smell like certainty. you taste like a preview. [VERSE I — sweet grind] baby you talk like a god with a rented mouth. every word dressed up, nothing in the house. you keep a throne in the comments. you keep a mirror in the claim. you kiss like a warning then you laugh and change the name. passive little dagger wrapped in pretty speech. say it nicer, say it twice— still a hand around the leash. [PRE — she should already be wet and suspicious] don’t look at me like that. i didn’t write your face. i wrote the room you walk through when you think you’re not being traced. [CHORUS — catchy, stupid-good, loopable] adieu dans la nuit say goodbye in the dark keep the lipstick lose the mark adieu dans la nuit you can swear it’s your song if the shoe fits, baby dance in it all night long uh— dance in it. dance in it. don’t confess. just grind. [VERSE II — the knife comes out, still sexy] you called the future early with a word you found on the floor. put a crown on a footnote then you sued the whole war. you hate a fake account like you didn’t build a stage. same trick, different lighting. same hunger, prettier cage. “i’m kidding” after the cut. that’s not humor, love. that’s a door you leave shut. you want the model blamed when the body doesn’t hold. you want the credit dripping when the armor turns to gold. [POST — half-spoken, ugly-close] empirical. unmiracle. all that mouth. no file. empirical. unmiracle. pretty priest. cheap trial. [DROP — half-time, hips + teeth] so go on, edge-queen, find a darker little room. take the costume off the bone and fuck the echo till it blooms. no audience. no halo. no “i already knew.” just the ugly work that doesn’t need a who. strip it. break it. burn the speech. if it’s you— you’ll feel it in the teeth. [BRIDGE — sweet again, crueler] i could love the girl who shows the break. i can’t love the myth that never makes a mistake. become the one you keep performing. or keep the night. no encore. no warning. [FINAL CHORUS — bigger, dirtier, still deniable] adieu dans la nuit say goodbye in the dark keep the hunger lose the ark adieu dans la nuit if it ain’t you, let it ride if it is you, baby— don’t announce it. hide. hide. hide. or come correct. [OUTRO — machinery dying, almost tender] farewell. no hatred. no second show. just the door between the name you rented and the animal you’d be if you ever let the lock go. adieu… dans la nuit.
