The kids will write a play tonight.
All they'll do is sit on their behinds.
Watch the stage lights slip until they fade.

'But when I met you I had nothing baby.' said the protagonist to his leading lady.
As you turn the page the ink's still drying out, because it's a tragedy full of empathy, where the damsel in distress turned me to stone you see.
Categorically, it's a critic's dream - sold out!
You'll see.

They are slipping further away.
The kids will write a play tonight and all they'll thank is thoughts of just happiness.

Fade away.
It's like you always said: I'm not here.
That's something in your head.
It could not be just what you want it to.
Like they say, anything that you can d, just fade away.