The Thespian's Lover

Hush now! The curtains are drawing back,
She’s going to repeat her greatest act,
The wooden marionettes are dancing
As she breathes fiction derived from fact.

She pretends you’re in the front seat
So she can pretend to not see you there,
Secretly she hopes you will come and break
The façade, the fakery, the theatrical fanfare.

She has been waiting for you for so long now,
Do you still have your ticket in your pocket?
Though she’s done the show a thousand times,
She’s still hoping that one day you’ll make it
To see her play in the story she wrote with you.
Under the shade of cardboard trees, over and over,
She paints her face and sings her songs,
For you, and only you, the thespian’s lover.

Felt clouds floating on metal strings,
Plastic stars underneath her paper skies,
The only truth that exists in her universe
Is the love of which is spoken in her eyes.

The first chapter to the final act has begun,
Are you going to miss the show once more?
Or have you been watching all this while?
Hiding behind the half-closed back door.

She has been waiting for you for so long now,
Do you still have your ticket in your pocket?
Though she’s done the show a thousand times,
It is becoming harder and harder to fake it.
It seems so easy in this world of make believe
To imagine you never were a part of each other,
Are you going to just let her slip by you?
Show yourself to her, you, the thespian’s lover.

She’s so in love with you,
She’s just so in love with you,
Sitting so lovely on a stone of unbaked clay,
Another day, waiting for you to look her way.
It’s either now or never,
Come now, you, the thespian’s lover.

She’s so in love with you,
She’s just so in love with you,
Confess the memories and let her know,
At least kiss her goodbye should you let her go.
It’s either now or never,
Hold her, you, the thespian’s lover.