Okay

Surely you're jokin'

Callin' me this late

And sure, I have misspoken

Especially as of late

Oh, but the ten missed calls

Don't have the ring of last fall

No, no, no, not at all

And surely you're jokin'

And the punchline isn't far

Oh, you're not gonna take it

No, I'm not gonna take it

No, we're not gonna take it on the road

Oh, I'm not fallin' over

But I'm not callin' sober

And I'm not gonna take this when I'm home

It's okay

It's okay

Surely the credits will note the junior script

And sure it's immature, and lacks a certain wit

Oh, the pulp has appeal, it doesn't need to feel real

No, no, no, that's a steal

And surely you're jokin'

And the punchline isn't far

Oh, you're not gonna take it

No, I'm not gonna take it

No, we're not gonna take it on the road

Oh, I'm not fallin' over

But I'm not callin' sober

And I'm not gonna take this when I'm home

It's okay

It's okay

Even though I know the blood is fake

The third act starts and it gets hard to take

It isn't over, it isn't, is it?

From here on in, my it's sudden isn't it?

And even thought I know the blood is fake

The third act starts and loves turns into hate

It isn't over, oh, is it end?

From here on in