Lights

Your things do not belong here
 They now look out of place
 Just like a crooked painting
 Your face would not stay straight
 We've got to get out while we can
 Our peace we will forever hold
 One more night without a blanket
 Someone's bound to catch a cold
 Just like the devil's disguise
 So are the days of our lives
 But before you leave I have
 Confession to make
 It was only to impress your parents
 All those nights I washed the plates
 Scratched on an actor's textbook:
 "There are some things you just can't fake"
 Now I've got dishpan hands
 Now the show is finally over
 There's something I must stress
 There'll be no more revivals
 My love I repossess
 We missed our curtain call
 There's nothing left to say at all
 Except lights, camera, action