When two people pretend to control the moon, always calling for bedtime right in the middle of your play

When two people pretend their arms can shelter you from a world of cold, taking responsibility for your soul

When two people, for years, swallow their tears in your presence, all so they can pretend they know what'll happen next

All so you'll believe they can control what happens next

All because something told them
That this is life as it should be.