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 needed something to tell me I'm fine

You've got your money, but your talk is cheap

Nothing funny when you're here with me, a dramedy

I'm in love with laughter

Singing with all my truth

You can take a stab at a fate

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 needed 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

Singing for my truth

You can take a stab at a fate

But it always comes down to you

Always comes down

Always goes down to you