The End Of Comedy

I've got a new kind of lullaby
The fiction takes a picture of what's on my mind

When I need something to tell me I'm fine

You got your money
But your talk is cheap

Nothing funny when you're here with me
A dramedy

I'm in love with laughter
Sing with all my true [?]

You can take a stab at a faith [fate?]
But it always comes down to you

Always goes down to you

You keep it moving inside your mind
I always love you, but it's hard to define

I just need someone
To help me unwind

You got me honey
Please talk to me

There's nothing funny
Just a magazine

I'm in love with laughter
Sing with all my true [?]

You can take a stab at a faith [fate?]
But it always comes down to you

Always comes down
Always goes down to you