None of this is real
We make it up as we go
But on rare occasions
Two people may find their scripts
Melting into each other's pages...
Different endings of course
But for one moment
Two minds have conjured up
The same situation
That they wish to live in
At this very moment
Three AM on a Saturday night
In the summer after long shifts
At different jobs
We find ourselves reaching
out for a similar cause
But
None of this is real
And that's why the ending never seems to make sense
To both parties
It's as though our director is missing
And the choreography is always
Right off cue
We're just a bunch of amateur actors
And actresses just trying to feel something real
But it doesn't exist
We are not in love
We are bored
And we are all just pretending
Some of us have mastered it so well that we forget it's just a game
But we're the ones who hurt the most when the curtain falls
And we are left with nothing at all