Life’s a Little Drama

City lights, late nights, and all the wrong fights…
Sounds like season 3 of us, huh?
What did you mess up?
What did you mess up?
What did you mess up?
What did you mess up?
We argue like it’s scripted,
Then laugh like it’s a scene.
You slam the door dramatic—
I chase you down the street.
Your coffee's cold, my toast is burnt,
We both pretend we never learn.
But oh, the way you roll your eyes,
Deserves an Emmy every time.
Life’s a little drama, baby, don’t you know?
We’re cryin’ in taxis, kissin’ in snow.
From subway tears to rooftop vows,
We play the roles, we improv now.
Life’s a little drama, act one to four—
But I keep comin’ back for more.
Call it chaos, call it karma…
I call it love—and love’s a drama.
The neighbors think we’re crazy,
But they tune in every night.
We're louder than the jazz band
Down the block beneath the lights.
I bring you flowers just because,
You say, What did you mess up?
Then laugh and pull me by the tie,
Like we’re stuck in some old black-and-white.
Lights, camera, sigh…
You storm out, I cry.
Then cut to us dancing
At 2 a.m. under neon sky.
Life’s a little drama, baby, that’s our art.
We fall apart, then restart the heart.
From heartbreak lines to comic relief,
This love’s no lie—it’s our belief.
Life’s a little drama, curtain call and flair—
But you’re the star, I’m always there.
No director, no panorama...
Just you and me—
in this little drama.
What did you mess up?
What did you mess up?
What did you mess up?