And look at the two of us
In sympathy
With everything we see
I never want anything
It’s easy
You buy whatever I need
But look at my hopes
Look at my dreams
The currency we spent
I love you
You pay my rent
I love you, you pay my rent
And look at the two of us
In sympathy
With everything we see
I never want anything
It’s easy
You buy whatever I need
But look at my hopes
Look at my dreams
The currency we spent
I love you
You pay my rent
I love you, you pay my rent
FRANZ: But... don’t the others hate me?
EVA: What are you, stupid? Haven’t you realized it’s all in your imagination, you mega-dork?
FRANZ: But... I hate myself.
MEIZE: One who truly hates himself, he cannot love. He cannot place his trust in another.
FRANZ: I’m a coward. I’m cowardly, sneaky, and weak.
BAST: No. Only if you think you are. But if you know yourself, you can take care of yourself.
FRANZ: I hate myself. But... maybe I could love…
plays out like what a ten year old would call "Bressonian" like if my brother's one friend who made short movies with his friend group in middle school was Paul Schrader who also was really into Le Samourai. props to Michael hashtag not my F*ssbinder for taking himself 100% seriously in this because i could not deliver a line like "good luck on your wordle" in a remotely serious manner