On the long drive home from your house in the woods
On a still night late in May
When the sun still shone in the sky of blue
Even though it was getting late
When I kissed your head and you said to me
That you wanted to be free
Had I known back then what I know today
I think you might have taken me
But I turned away like I always did
When I didn't know what to say
And I pursed my lips and I had to think
That I might have found my way
Curtains draw back for the first act of the show
We're not ready, but we're free
And as we sing our way through the romance and the hate
Thoughts of what comes next start to creep
But they lied to us just as someone lied to them
So we'd laugh and we'd wait
For a second act that never f*cking comes
As the laughter starts to fade
But the lights are dimmed and the curtains call again
For a third act, that's too late
And as we try to scream "We never had a choice"
All our senses start to fail