Our Life Is Not A Movie Or Maybe

It's just a bad movie where there's no crying Handing the keys to me in this Red Lion Where the lock that you locked in the suite says, "There's no prying" When the breath that you breathed in The street screams, "There's no science" When you look how you looked, then to me Then I cease lying and fall into silence It's just a life story, so there's no climax No more new territory, so pull away the IMAX In the slot that you sliced through the scene, there was no shyness In the plot that you passed through your teeth, there was no pity No fade in film begins on a kid in the big city And no cut to a costly parade that's for him only No dissolve to a sliver of grey, that's his new lady Where she glows just like grain on The flickering pane of some great movie, hey, watch it It's just a house burning, but it's not haunted It was your heart hurting, but not for too long, kid In the socket you spin from with ease there is no sticking From the speakers, your fake masterpiece comes serenely dribbling When the air around your chair fills With heat, that's the flames licking Beneath the clock on the clean mantelpiece, it's got a calm clicking Like a pro at his editing suite takes Two weeks stitching up some bad movie