August
Pieter-Jan De Smet Lyrics

Fleur says she doesn't want to picked anymore
Fleur does not want to be treated as an object anymore and wants to be respected as a person.

I said I understand and then tear off her blouse
I acknowledged Fleur's feelings but still objectified her body, showing a lack of true empathy and respect.

Fleur sings the ballad of wedding jail
Fleur expresses her negative views on the traditional expectation of marriage and the societal pressures that come with it.

I hum along it gets me so aroused
I am aroused by the idea of Fleur's rebellion against societal norms, demonstrating my fetishization of her non-conformity.

Fleur says dying in her prime would be a sin
Fleur values her life and wants to make the most of it, seeing an early death as a loss of that potential.

So I treat her with all respect
I recognize Fleur's worth as an individual and pledge to treat her accordingly.

Fleur says her forehead is quite different from mine
Fleur recognizes our physical differences, hinting at our cultural or racial rifts.

But what did she expect
I am dismissing Fleur's valid observations, revealing my arrogance and lack of understanding towards her experiences.

It's August
The month of August serves as a metaphor for the final days of a relationship or the end of an era.

And we're dying
The relationship between Fleur and I is deteriorating day by day, and we both feel it coming to an end.

A little day by day
The end is not sudden, but it is gradual and painful; every day feels like a small loss.

And we're trying
We are making an effort to hold on, but it is becoming increasingly difficult and painful to do so.

To kill our joys
We are trying to let go of our happy memories and moments together in order to distance ourselves emotionally and prepare for the end.

With pain
The emotional distance and detachment we are creating is causing us both great emotional pain and suffering.

Fleur gives names to all the anomalies
Fleur is introspective and reflective, recognizing all the ways she has been hurt and assigning them labels to understand them better.

That have bruised her petals and bruised her heart
Fleur has been hurt and wounded both physically and emotionally, and it has taken a toll on her spirit.

She gives names to all my apologies
Fleur accepts my apologies but recognizes that they cannot heal all the wounds that have been inflicted, as they do not fully acknowledge the gravity of the situation.

I guess you can call it art
The process of introspection and self-discovery in the face of pain and suffering is likened to art, implying that there is a beauty in the process of healing and growth.

Fleur Laughs when she cries and kisses me goodnight
Fleur masks her pain and inner turmoil with humor and physical intimacy, masking her true emotions from me.

I wipe away her tears and I want inside
I want to comfort Fleur but also crave physical intimacy with her, despite the fact that it may not be healthy for either of us.

Fleur says nothing and then curses the moon
Fleur represses her emotions and negative feelings, bottling them up until she explodes in anger and frustration.

May she have her wish and die in her sleep soon
Fleur wishes for a quick and painless end to her suffering, hoping for a peaceful death in her sleep rather than having to face the agony of the end of our relationship.