Moins Joli

It's the day when summer arrived
The day we put away our failures
Like sometimes throwing away damaged furniture
We left our love on a neighborhood sidewalk
So without a cry, we laughed
As if to cover the noise of our sobs
Timidly, we said let's stay friends, as if it was beautiful

Yet
It's less pretty than a fresh start, than a bouquet of roses, than a poem read
It's less pretty than a word of love given without expecting anything in return
It's less pretty than a fresh start, than a bouquet of roses, than a poem read

It's less pretty than a word of love given without expecting anything in return

It's the day we woke up from the dream before the end
As if we were afraid it wouldn't end well
It's the day when, deep down, I hoped our goodbye would say see you tomorrow
Like a stupid agreement, we promised we would still call each other, say goodnight
And despite the loneliness of mornings, cold awakenings, we won't regret anything

Yet
It's less pretty than a fresh start, than a bouquet of roses, than a poem read
It's less pretty than a word of love given without expecting anything in return

It's less pretty than a fresh start, than a bouquet of roses, than a poem read
It's less pretty than a word of love given without expecting anything in return