The End of Comedy

I've got a new kind of lullaby The fiction takes a picture of what's on my mind When I need something to tell me I'm fine You got your money But your talk is cheap Nothing funny when you're here with me A dramedy I'm in love with laughter Sing with all my true [?] You can take a stab at a faith But it always comes down to you Always goes down to you You keep it moving inside your mind I always love you, but it's hard to define I just need someone To help me unwind You got me honey Please talk to me There's nothing funny Just a magazine I'm in love with laughter Sing with all my true You can take a stab at a faith fate But it always comes down to you Always comes down Always goes down to you