Molotov

I can't fall asleep, then I don't hear the alarms
There's a new message from you around three (around three)
Says you'd like to touch the stars
Whenever you want, you can always touch me (yeah, me)
I have scars drawn on my body
You can decipher them if I don't want to talk to you
If you want to know what went wrong
Or you're interested in what I've been up to over the years
I'll write to you from hell to tell you I'm cold
That the devil is good, that I'm worse
That I made a mess, that I need air
You were looking for me, but you took the wrong path

I don't know why
I love you, but I just can't stand you
You say: No, but you know
You talk as if you wanted me dead
Come down, baby, come on
I've been stuck to the intercom for an hour
When I speak, you say I'm annoying
Let's make fire like after a molotov

I sleep less at night because
I'm afraid you'll give me bad advice
But I can't stand up anymore if I keep going like this
It's like I'm a tightrope walker with cut wires
While you ask me questions, I don't know what to say
In a low voice, it's like a game of telephone
I have a vague idea of where we're going to end up
Silent in bed with a phone devoid of feeling
I'll be the first Nobel Prize for war
That I have inside me, it devours me
I go crazy if I talk to you
As if I've been talking to myself for an hour

I don't know why
Since last night I'm still shocked
K. O., but you know
You can scream, but I won't listen
It's better if you leave
If you come close, my stomach tightens
And this time it will end as usual
I raise my voice and the plaster in the house crumbles

I don't know why
I love you, but I just can't stand you
You say: No, but you know
You talk as if you wanted me dead
Come down, baby, come on
I've been stuck to the intercom for an hour
When I speak, you say I'm annoying
Let's make fire like after a molotov, you and me