In It for the Drama
Words and Music by Lisa Locke, 2001
1. This song is not about telling your story
I’ve told your story too often as it is
I thought I’d be the next Dostoevsky
Selling your life, with my analysis
Chorus: Your life was the novel I would write
And you my dashing, but tortured hero
I’d feel more sorry now, except I think I knew
You were partly in it for the drama, too
2. I was just seventeen, and you were less
You showed up at my door, you were a bloody mess
I’d never had a gift, like your trust and need
The intensity of you, I let it swallow me
I found you wallowing up to your chin
Didn’t think to throw a rope; instead I dove right in
3. For years it galled me that you pulled away
Gave me that closed-up smile, said it was all okay
Didn’t want to know you on those kind of terms
You were holding back all the secrets I had earned
But you had to lick your wounds all by yourself
I’d just have opened them, if you had let me help