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

It's just a house burning, but it's not haunted

It was your heart hurting, but not for long, kid

In the socket you spin from with ease there is no sticking

From the speakers your fake masterpiece is 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