On the Offstage.

"This isn't what I came here for,"
But I know better
(You know I know)
It's so much easier when you lie.
We lie together in bed.
(A bed of wasted hours)
You claim I drive you crazy,
Sweetheart, I'm already mad.
(Because I'm sick and tired of your games)
Catch a glimpse, stare like I'm
Beautiful, but I know it's together
That we're beautiful.
(A beautiful diaster, like the sky
After a torential downpour)
All this pretending's not getting us anywhere;
I'm still without you
And you still don't really care.
Yet we keep putting on this show
For an audience of No One Who Cares.
We get horrible reviews, but we tell ourselves
"One of these days we'll get it right."
(We won't.)