Carte Blanche

There are 24 hours in a day
Yeah
There are 24 hours in a day

And the day breaks before 6 AM
Sets after 6 PM
When I get up to work until the early morning

I don’t sleep anymore, I don’t need dreams
I don’t sleep anymore, I don’t need dreams
The pillow sees me as often
As my kid’s eyes do
That is to say, not very often

Because too often I’m absent from myself
Nurofen in my veins
On stage, I saw you lurking in a red dress
We hooked up, we undressed for the same reasons

A few shivers on repeat
Until the split from reality
My flesh in hers making the same moves

That we have to make to make kids
What I’m trying to say is I don’t know what else to say
Except what we say when we don’t really know each other

Hey, how’s it going? I’m Damso, nice to meet you
Because until now, I don’t know your name
Life is simple and complicated
Because what I think you are will be your identity to me

Same for you regarding me
When you think about it, I think we’ll never really know each other
When you say you don’t sleep with someone on the first night
Know that by the hundredth night, I won’t be that different

Forced by the necessity that settles
At the start of every conversation, all because we did it
We drift apart because we say I love you
We drift apart because we say I love you without really knowing what it is

The other thinks she means it, but her ex is in her head
Even though I’ve got my dick in her pussy
And it’s in her pussy that I understood that my dick and my being

Are just a rental for her
At the cost of a few sweet words, love you, all that
I thought I saw in her sheets what I wanted to see in her arms: Love
Intensely I mess up, without feeling I’m courting

Never the day over the night
Words of the deaf searching for hearing in the other for a Yes and a No
Of course, I’m lying to myself, I’m lying to her
In conclusion, I’m lying to us at the same time
So ultimately, it’s dead