Pacman

So here we go again Picking up the pieces Figuring out Who my foe or my friend is Nothing new learned Just running in circles My comfort zone Is a drunk stranger's wisdom A kingdom Where everyone is victim Mocking the System God, if you knew How I missed 'em Dammit. Better fucking your friends Than fucking our planet Or both ways Or tell me What hope is That pouring My heart is A mechanism of coping Chorus: I am happy Just a little mad I am happy Just a little bad I am happy But need a cut I am happy But I am a slut Sorry, what was Your name again? Tell me that men Are all the same Playing the love game Like it's an arcade And I'm fuckin' packman Running from my ghosts again Setting a new high score On difficulty "hardcore" I just need a little more You know what I'm asking for Outside validation Is my medication So, bring me the good stuff Tell me that you like it rough 'Cause I'm in desperate need of love Let's celebrate our game 'Cause we're all just the same When we're hurt And we're looking to score So put your glass in the air Without a thought of despair And I'll buy drinks for my friends Without names Let's get fucked up Let's get shitfaced Make the pain go away Running from my ghosts again