Watching the Credits

Press play on the rest of the day

Hurry up and wait for your next scene

Not great, couldn't keep my face straight

And I know very well that it's "Show and Don't Tell" on the big screen

When all of the lines you've learned are

Bleeding on the cutting room floor

There's no star on the door

Good God, who are you making this for?

I spend all day putting out fires

Listening to choirs singing

The soundtrack blaring

I spend all night cutting up edits

Watching the credits to find direction in my existence

It's just a story I don't quite believe

Full of plot holes and constant monotony

Who's going to root for this unlikeable lead?

Not them, not me, not likely

Maybe it's something we can fix in post

Or we can get take after take till the cows come home

Shut the door, I'm feeling overexposed

Now they all know

All of the tears you've cried, but

You can't quite make it happen on cue

The pain never comes through

Good God, when you're needing it to

I spend all day putting out fires

Listening to choirs singing

The end is nearing

I spend all night cutting up edits

Watching the credits to find direction in my existence

I spend all day putting out fires

Listening to choirs singing

The end is nearing

I spend all night cutting up edits

Watching the credits to find

Watching the credits to find

Watching the credits to find

Direction in my existence