Francis Larson - Curtains

Don’t know how to talk to you now
I wish I’d never learned his name
Details drive a man insane
It’ll all have to stop somehow
Put these thoughts back on the shelf
Or lead them to an early grave
It’s all the same
I don’t know how I fooled myself again
I’m nothing special, nothing but a friend
There’s something else I would rather be
But this ain’t the love story I hoped it’d be
You’re writing it with someone else playing lead
It’s not me
No, it’s not me
Curtain call, the actors prepare
I’m sitting in the cheap seats
You don’t notice I’m there
Or don’t care
Maybe if I rush the stage
I could die in the corner, early on in Act 1
Unseen by anyone
Then nothing would come undone
Unfazed—the plot would keep marching on
Stage hands would sweep me off the floor
Setting Scene Four
Cause jesters get a hook
He will get to hold you tight
The Lovers exit stage right
I stay alone at night
I don’t know how I fooled myself again
I’m nothing special, nothing but a friend
There’s something else I would rather be
But this ain’t the love story I hoped it’d be
You’re writing it with someone else playing lead
It’s not me
No, it’s not me

Written by:
Brett Larson

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