Do Or Die

Late Night Walks

catch me, my darling
i’ve bled ink from writing the love notes
that i hoped turned to stone

smear the innocence of my lips
feel you bruising me, it’s boundless
you kill me and show me a world i feel whole in

never felt closer to demise
floating over all the stop signs
and still i write pages of promise and cadence
it’s quite alright, baby

catch me (catch me), my darling (my darling)
i’ve bled ink (bled ink) from writing the love notes
that i hoped turned to stone

smear the innocence of my lips
feel you bruising me, it’s boundless
you kill me and show me a world i feel whole in

never felt closer to demise (catch me, catch me, my darling, my darling)
floating over all the stop signs (i’ve bled ink, bled ink, from writing)
and still i write pages of promise and cadence (the love notes that i hoped turned to)
it’s quite alright, baby (stone)

love notes

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Written by PARIS The Prince
Performed by PARIS The Prince
Mixed and Mastered by PARIS The Prince
Produced by Qazers

Sharks (Left Me Stranded)

Sharks (Left Me Stranded) p. Qazers

Based On A True Story...

Movie For No Reason

Forever Young

ITTY BITTY

d4vd - Where'd It Go Wrong (Slowed + Reverb)

You have no freakin' clue
What I've been through
How can you judge
How can you determine

What's best for me
What's best to do
What's best to have
What's best for you

Ignorance
You wear it best
Ignorance
You wear it best

Don't pretend you know me
Don't pretend you care for me
Don't pretend
You think you know me
But you don't, you don't, you don't, you don't

Ignorance
You wear it best
Ignorance
You wear it best

I am a stranger to you
How can you think that
I am a stranger to you
You're not a friend

Don't pretend you know me
Don't pretend you care for me

Ignorance
You wear it best
Ignorance
You wear it best

Misunderstood Identity

🎧 Track: Mademoiselle Mystique
🎸 Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🌦 Mood: Romantic Collapse • Parisian Irony • Groovy Longing

Description:
What do you get when you mix heartbreak, French literature, and an existential fashion show? You get Mademoiselle Mystique — a baguette-scented ballad for anyone who’s ever been ghosted by someone in ankle boots quoting Foucault.

She arrived late. She judged your Spotify playlist. She said “peut-être” with a shrug so elegant it should’ve been framed in the Louvre. Meanwhile, you wore your hoodie like hope and your heart like a club badge. Rookie mistake.

This isn’t just a breakup song. It’s a soirée of sighs with backup vocals from crushed masculinity and the ghost of your Google Translate history.
Think:
🥖 Paris, but the part where no one texts back
🍷 Wine, but with subtle contempt
🧥 Style, but emotionally unavailable
🗼 Love, but post-structuralist

🎶 Guitars that jangle like your nerves on a second espresso
🎶 Lyrics that stab with eyeliner precision
🎶 A chorus so catchy it might critique you in French

Warning: May cause spontaneous cigarette cravings, introspective walks by the Seine, and an overwhelming urge to reread The Second Sex while crying in a Zara changing room.

Press play. Regret nothing. Except maybe the oysters. 🦪💔

Lyrics:

You showed up late, with no apology
A scarf, some boots, and silent mythology
A cigarette waved like a wand in the air
I choked on the smoke, but you didn’t care

You spoke in quotes from Simone de Beauvoir
While fixing your bangs in a rearview car
I asked if you liked me, you said “peut-être”
Which is French for never, but with better hair

I wore my heart like a football crest
You wore your doubt like a vintage vest
And every shrug was couture despair
God, I fell in love with your vacant stare

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
Elegance with great physique
A walking riddle wrapped in wine
You laughed and said, “don’t call me mine”
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
Cool detachment, tongue-in-cheek
I brought you flowers, you brought critique
Oh — you tragic, tonic, Gallic freak 🎶

You said you eat croissants without the guilt
And wear regret like designer quilt
I tried to match your existential grace
But my hoodie screamed “Midwestern face”

You read Camus and sipped Chablis
While I googled how to flirt in French for free
You kissed my neck with a sigh so light
It echoed louder than our final fight

You said “love is war, but make it chic”
Then vanished like a French boutique
Now all I have is your perfume ghost
And an overdraft from that Bordeaux toast

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
Elegance with great physique
The queen of cold with lips so red
You left me texting while you read
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
A walking Vogue critique
I lost my pride in your boutique
Oh — you magnifique, Parisian freak 🎶

“I never said I’d stay,” you whispered…
Then ordered oysters and made a face when I mispronounced œufs.

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
You made detachment so unique
I wore your silence like a badge
While you slow-danced with your carry-on bag
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
Bittersweet, tres magnifique
I wrote this song, you’d call it bleak
But darling…
I’m still stuck in your mystique 🎶

Misunderstood Identity

MDRJR