A Cinematic Plea For An End

You want me back in slow-mo

You want a field in sea blue

You want me in a dress though

You want a shot in lomo

My life isn’t a movie

Even if it seems groovy

There’s a place you want to be

And that’s no longer with me

You want a romance letter

Written on old time paper

You wish that you could love her

But you want the forbidden other

My life isn’t a movie

Even if it seems groovy

There’s a place you want to be

And that’s no longer with me

You tell me you want me to stay

But you want photo every holiday

To send away in a cruel card

To show them we are who we aren’t

And if you want lights in your life

That’s fine just let me play lead in mine

You want my folded number

Some relic used to feel in love

You should feel every wonder

Your ideas are six feet under

My life isn’t a movie

Even if it seems groovy

There’s a place you want to be

And that’s no longer with me

You tell me you want me to stay

But you’re in a mess and somehow I’m in the way

Some hopeful look, some quick relief

I’m in a book between your teeth

And if you want lights in your life

That’s fine just let me play lead in mine

I’m not some light in your life

You’re not a bone in mine

But there’s no wasted time

I hope you’re learning

You’re learning

You tell me you want me to stay

We’re all gonna get over it someday

This is always the hardest part

So if you want lights in your life

That’s fine just let me play lead in mine