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 And 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 'Til 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 And I spend all night cutting up edits Watching the credits to find direction In my existence