When I draw the curtains
Hop onto the sofa
And close my eyes
It's only there I always have
A place just for me
To have someone beside me, to keep on living
Is something important, is something I've been lacking
I get it now
But just because I couldn't do that in the end
Doesn't mean I failed;
It's not something I'm looking for anymore
I've given up
It's not going well
It doesn't come naturally, either
I can't keep up the act
But I understand:
This is an act, too
When the curtain opens tomorrow
As always I'll return to my spot
At the corner of the stage
And so, now I'll throw it all away
And wrap up in lazy sweet loneliness
I'm going to sleep
But somewhere in the audience
You must have
Been laughing--weren't you?
That's what I do