Happy To Be Drama

Arctic highways

Breathless, so faithless

Hard days, hard weeks

Bad months, wasted years

Sober and ill, repetition of fool skill

Run blood let me be

No one, my own bitch

Then on a Monday they said all that shit

And wasn’t funny when they said all that shit

Then on Monday she didn’t try to avoid all that shame

She cried, screamed and dreamed not to be anymore all that shame

Arctic highways

Loveless, meaningless

Sad days last weeks

Dead months, buried years

It’s over, don’t you feel? Cold breeze is my cold steel

Flow blood, set me free

I’m one, there’s no beat

Then on a Monday when we said all that shit

Was really funny when we said to her that shit

Then on a Monday she hung her head in shame

We laughed and screamed and repeated all, repeated all that shame

I don’t mind man, I don’t care

The cold is coldest, it’s nowhere

I don’t know how I’ve become the stranger

I don’t know where is my reality