They reply to the bars I’ve got with excuses
They say we’re different, so I’ve got closed doors
But then, what do these people know about you
They left us like cars locked inside factories
Rusting would be easy
But theirs is an unforgivable mistake
That I’m f*cking fed up and they can’t f*ck me
Till my neck’s broken and dogs chase me
You can watch us smile all day bro
’Cause you can be sure they won’t take that from us
Bipolar, with the dream of flying
Chronicles of someone going crazy in a studio flat
Two deep breaths and I slow my heartbeat
I close my eyes then count the moments
I roll with people who know what they’re worth
’Cause there’s nothing to do at home
But they offer dinners even when it makes no sense
Then toast every night with half a glass
Bro, like prayers, they smoke them sitting on the railings
And tell what they did yesterday because
Doing that makes us
Feel good, this is enough for us
Yet I’m good, good, good
And she’s good, good, good
It’s good here, good, good
Like those days in October with a hoodie
You tie it round your waist and keep just the T-shirt
With the sun in your face but gently stroking you
Like driving the seafront without the windshield
Without feeling that anxiety that flips your stomach
With hope and a couple of bottles of beer in the trunk
It changes color when we get down to work
We’re the heart’s part, bro, the poorest one
You know what we say to whoever scolds us?
That’s why my voice is hoarse
You wrote about when I was cuffed in court
Now your voice isn’t there, like Laura’s!
Chronicles of someone who parties if a friend shows up
Two deep breaths and I enjoy the moments
I close my eyes and think: “We’re crazy, yeah”
When some nights I feel bad I call someone
Who tells me: “I’ll pick you up, just give me time to throw something
On and we end up drunk, wandering like hobos
On the street with full bottles bro, no chains
A brake that holds us back
I get home with a kidney that doesn’t work”
Feel good, this is enough for us
Yet I’m good, good, good
And she’s good, good, good
It’s good here, good, good