And they have a plan. A stupid one though.
On every holiday club,
You’ll find them :
The ones that make a sad face
And the party didn’t even began
Lucas and Ana did’t want a party
Their lives were too serious
There were too many people to run away from
Too many walls surrounding them
The bamboo ones would for sure catch fire quickly
But the ones made from stone
Cold within their hearts
were there forever
And the summer lightness
had now slowly taken a really bitter taste
In this Holiday club
One of them will forever be clandestine
And there were only 5 minutes left
Before they have to run, again
Here, motivation for sport was never a very fitted handsome coach
And even more never a upbeat electro song
It was all about never letting anyone
Separate their hands they held so strongly since they met
Staying together was now the only reason to survival
A lot of people enjoy to be tanned
enjoy surfing, swimming, feel alive on the beach
Feel alive on the sand, under the palmtrees, a coconut in the hand
Feel alive exploring the world or just getting in touch with their sibling
But for people like us, summer is just like drowning slowly
In a ocean of boredom
and dying, killed by the sting of our own thoughts.
Since they’re free of any occupation
they’re more poisonous than ever.
Everybody thought Jarvis as edgy, unapologetic, provocative and trendy
but deep inside he was a cheesy emo painter who only cared about expressing the dark beauty of his romantic heart.
But none of THESE paintings was selling
So he goes on pretending he’s all about sex and dicks and tongues and the hypocrisy of the human puritanity versus capitalism in the age of the internet
But alone at night, he secretly paints mysterious unknown women he falls in love with, listening to Celine Dion.
Erika was over her sister trying
To get back to her
To be friend again
Like nothing ever happened between them.
She wanted to be alone
She was pregnant from the boss
She wanted the world to explode
Yeah, really, the last thing she wanted was flowers, shopping afternoon and café with cupcakes.
All behind their windows, neighbors were trying to guess
Was the finale confrontation about to begin ?
Obviously, Marvin was still living in his old man rotten van,
Mine was back, and already asking for a lot of trouble
D. was still forgetting his own name time to time,
and Vince was now almost always forgetting to call us when back in town,
since he was on his track to become the perfect son .
But … well, the donuts were still free
The songs played by the band still cheesy
And nobody was dead yet,
So you could see smile on our faces
As we were not the pariah of the village…
There were only two weeks left, before the apocalypse begin.