Our lights are on, but we’re not home.
Our minds are not our own…
Our hearts sweat, our bodies shake.
Another dramafix is what it takes.
We under-sleep, we over-eat/shop/drink/self-medicate/chime in/whine/share/post/tweet…
No doubt, we’re in deep.
Our throats so tight, we can’t breathe.
The next dramafix is all we need.
Whoa, we like to think that we’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah.
Closer to the truth to say we can’t get enough.
We’re gonna have to face it, 
we’re addicted to dramalove.
We see the signs, but we can’t read (between the lines).
We’re running at a different speed…
Whoa, we like to think that we’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah.
Closer to the truth, we can’t get enough. 
Gonna have to face it, we’re addicted to dramalove.
Picture that with Robert Palmer and a bunch of scantily-clad Hashtags gyrating behind him.
Drama is amazing for books, movies…
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lampmagician 
Thank you so much for the #dramafree reblog, words cannot express how grateful I am when people spread the #bloglove Hope this days treats you kindly and that there’s as little drama as possible (or none, dare we hope?). 🙂
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I think we must dare, your wonderful satirical stories hit the points, man might think twice to get them. Hope is all we still have 🤗👍❤❤🙏😘
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