The Fabulist

You came to me
In the hospital ward when I blew out my knee
But I wasn't there to be cared for or carried
'Cause I was asleep
In my bed,in my house at the end of our street
While you drove across town at three in the morning
It was fake
For the sake
Of making you take me for real
But I guess you're even less impressed
If the world is a stage
And we're all of us actors in some cosmic play
I am the man at the masquerade
Who was fake
For the sake
Of making you take me for real
But I guess you're even less impressed
I keep trying to paint a picture
'Cause what I drew
Could be improved
If I could make you see
More flame than flicker
These half-truths
Could be improved
With less of me
And more you
Believe what I speak
Atleast just keep
Speaking to me



Credits
Writer(s): Wyatt Daniel Johnson
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