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