Flowers this morning
What a classic performance last night
A dusty bouquet of excuses
Lit In the spotlight
Anger exhausted him
Choked whistling rage
Heavy direction
On how to behave
Under the weight of his script
And a gold wedding ring
I'm like Hedy Lamarr
Just playing a part
Trapped in the screen where I'll never be seen In the dark
Just like
Hedy Lamarr
I'll take my cue
When his working day's through and prepare
A painted-on smile
A rehearsed, graceful glide down the stairs
To greet him
Tormented
Thrown around like a prop
His fist, a deep kiss
I'm directing this shot
I'll edit these frames and the shame Into scenes
I can bear
Just like Hedy Lamarr
A golden, broken work of art
The cameras have stopped, and the weight seems to drop
In my heart
Oh Hedy Lamarr
Ghosts are mistakes
Failures and heartbreaks
Haunting these old empty sets
Inventing ways
To live better days
Shaping fantasy out of regret
Just like Hedy Lamarr
Playing Delilah on screen in an old cinema
For men behind lenses who think they invented the stars
Cast in the role of a lifetime
Hiding the scars
Me and
Hedy Lamarr
Flowers this morning
What a classic performance tonight
