Martians! Martians!

It was evening when they took you in their three-legged machines
And I'm certain that it happened in the script or in a bad dream
Big budget on a hot streak, shooting on location one more week
Motel with all the sick sheets I can half remember, now it's covered with green screen

They say just act like it's there

Are you alone upon a flying saucer?
Is everybody you know an imposter
Is there a story you can tell to make it better that you lost her, you lost her?

Four-foot extras with antenna, I can't really comprehend
What a show for an idea so well-rooted in a trend
They're piping smoking to the soundstage
Weighing down the set with a sandbag

It's all empty of feeling, behold the design
Just wait for the ending, it's gonna blow your mind

Are you alone upon a flying saucer?
Is everybody you know an imposter
Is there a story you can tell to make it better that you lost her, you lost her?

I miss the two of us with a Super 8
No CGI, no trailer
Just a couple tapes
Developed while we wait
I feel so silly in this outfit
Am I supposed to be some lost in space cadet who lost a bet
These stories are a sugar rush
Let's treat them as such
It's not real life but it's soft to the touch
It's way too much
We can't live inside a place so cinematic, although we'd like it
You can feel the world well up inside you in two hours or less
You sit inside the theater
Feel so close to complete
But it only lasts as long as it takes for you to leave
The truth you're wanting can't be found, no matter what the screenplay
Get lost inside the story, don't lose yourself along the way

There's really no such thing as flying saucers
Everybody you know's an imposter
There's a million different stories you could tell to make it better that you lost her



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Mansfield
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