The Fabulist Lyrics - Nathan Johnson

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