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 srteet
While you drove across town at 3:00 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
At least just keep
Speaking to me