I had a full head of hair and you.

When I woke I had neither,
as the grey frost light
scoured my eyes true awake
I found other lies of the subconscious
hadn’t taken as hard
as your pretend shape

no real surprise, I guess,
but that doesn’t make me hate it less

You live on hallowed ground
he said
I know
I said
wouldn’t you like to live there
too

Why wear a mask?
you may well ask,

it's in the film script,
the one where you're
tipped for an Oscar.