C'est Quoi, c'est l'Habitude

I feel like we love each other less
Maybe even that we love each other more
I say this because we don't say anything to each other
We don't even discuss it anymore
We cling to what we can
To believe that we still exist a little

What is it, it's the habit
What is it, it comes from me
Do we still love each other
You would say it, tell me

What is weariness
Who is it, what is its name
If we didn't love each other anymore
You would say it, otherwise
You would say it, don't say

I'm afraid of our lack of effort
To endure the daily life
Because we know each other inside out
And worse, we know each other too well
For a few moments of happiness
We prefer easy pleasures, elsewhere

What is it, it's the habit
What is it, it comes from me
Do we still love each other
You would say it, tell me

What is weariness
Who is it, what is its name
If we didn't love each other anymore
You would say it, otherwise

That's the uncertainty
Knowing who you're thinking of
That gnaws at me and kills me
If it's a lost cause

You would say it, tell me
You would say it, tell me
You would say it, tell me
You would say it, don't

What is it, it's the habit
What is it, it comes from me
Do we still love each other
You would say it, tell me

What is weariness
Who is it, what is its name
If we didn't love each other anymore
You would say it, otherwise

You would say it, don't
You would say it, tell me
You would say it, tell me, oh...
You would say it, tell me
You would say it, tell me, oh...