I have been looking for a taste like his
Searching for him in back seats of cars to boys who were not him
Testing out new flavors
Hoping that maybe tonight will be different
Stretching myself like a trampoline
Turning bone to dust
Because that is what you do when the curtain is falling, you say the line the audience wants to hear
You do things only to please
But changing the script was never what you intended
I never hoped for any of this
But this is what I am left it
And I sometimes wonder
Maybe you have been rewriting too