Handmade Lyrics

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Midnight cravings…

Des frites ou un cœur brisé ?

Tu choisis. Moi j’prends les deux.

Bienvenue chez le roi du faux amour.

Golden lights in the rearview mirror,

Sodium dreams couldn’t feel much clearer.

You said “just one bite,” now you're here for more,

Fast love, slow regret à la carte, encore.

I got ketchup on my soul, fries on my lap,

You ghosted me once, but I’m back on the map.

Boys like burgers: all talk, no depth,

Wrapped in plastic with a side of theft.

Un McLove à moitié prix,

Servi chaud avec tes non-dits.

You pull up, I roll my eyes

“Just friends,” yeah, bon appétit.

Drive-thru drama, 2 a.m. lies,

Salted kisses under broken skies.

Big mood, small talk, extra ice,

You ain’t real, but these nuggets are nice.

Drive-thru drama, no romance fees,

Heart in the bag with a side of cheese.

Golden arches, plastic grace

I want food, not your face.

T’étais sucré comme un sundae fondant,

Mais amer comme un sprite tiède maintenant.

Ton amour ? Un menu happy sans jouet,

Vide dedans, pas de quoi me noyer.

Tu m’dis “on se capte,” tu me sers des “peut-être,”

Mais j’vois bien que t’as l’goût d’un Big Mac en traître.

Je préfère le silence d’un drive tranquille,

Qu’un love story façon sauce indélébile.

Pull up slow midnight heat.

Faux love with extra meat.

No tip, no vibe, just beats

Dip my pain in something sweet.

“No ketchup… no call back… fries first... feelings last.”

Boom Drive-thru drama.

Boom Late night karma.

You wanted comfort food with zero care,

But baby, I’m deluxe rare, not spare.

So take your order to someone new

I’m dining solo, avec vue.

Drive-thru drama, low-grade flame,

Same old story, different name.

Love à emporter, no dine-in trust,

Just a bite of you, then dust to dust.

Drive-thru drama, sugar-slick lies,

No refill left behind your eyes.

Golden arches, toxic kiss

Keep your combo. I won’t miss.

Tu m’as servi tiède…

Moi, j’mange brûlant.

Fast food. Slow fade.

Bye.