Benoît Ramis - How ? Lyrics

How can I write songs when I think so slowly ?
I wanna feel good, my art to grow
I need your call ... F*ck I'm so silly
Where were you when my heart stopped ?
I'm obssessed to happy
But I write better when I'm sad
I just want to be lonely
That's the only thing I'm good at
Who wants a kid who wants to sing like Dylan ?
My ex brother is an ex bad dealer
Do you want me to be Tom Sawyer ?
I just wanna be high and lock the door
It's hard to believe that I feel something
Cause I've destroyed everything I had
Each thing that happens to me
Is another reason to be mad

It seems so dark but it sounds so bright
My nights are filld with lonely glasses
It hurts so much, I know I'm right
Like hyperacusis and high frequencies
Can you feel, when your head is spinning ?
When your heart is warm and your hands are cold
I'm tired to do this as a living
I'm a pro junkie
My faith is fold

How can I write songs ?
Maybe soon I'll be gone
How can tomorrow be so scary ?
I must be strong, they say life goes on
And I know where de devil is
She's in town with her crappy story
But I know the devil doesn't love him
This is so wrong
You're juste waiting for me to cry
Behind the same door
We made love on the same floor
I just wonder why, I just wonder why ...
I did all that shit
I keep paying attention
To the same old bitch
I just wonder why, I just wonder why ...

It seems so dark but it sounds so bright
My nights are filld with lonely glasses
It hurts so much, I know I'm right
Like hyperacusis and high frequencies
Can you feel, when your head is spinning ?
When your heart is warm and your hands are cold
I'm tired to do this as a living
I'm a pro junkie
My faith is fold
It seems so dark but it sounds so bright
My nights are filld with lonely glasses
It hurts so much, I know I'm right
Like hyperacusis and high frequencies
Can you feel, when your head is spinning ?
When your heart is warm and your hands are cold
I'm tired to do this as a living
I'm a pro junkie
My faith is fold