Shy'm paints the picture of a love that has fallen asleep with its eyes open. Days "pass, pass, pass" in a loop like an old film we keep rewinding. The couple recites the same lines, offers the same automatic "Bonjour, Bonsoir, Chéri", and clings to the remnants of what used to be passion. The repetition in the lyrics mirrors the routine that is slowly grinding them down; they hold on, they fight, they get hurt, yet nothing really moves forward.
In the chorus, the stark refrain "Puisqu'on se fout de nous" ("Since nobody cares about us") captures their shared apathy. It is both a complaint and a wake-up call. If everything feels meaningless, why not flip the script? Shy'm invites the listener to become "excessivement libres, intensément fous" : excessively free, intensely crazy. The song swings between resignation and rebellion, ultimately encouraging us to break the cycle, rediscover our spark, and refuse to let routine write our love story.