The Need For A Post-Credits Scene

Everyday I wake up And try to be the person you wanna see Wait for you to do your make up You don’t even smile at me Just grab your keys and leave The door shuts I feel tired and useless I think I’ll just go back to sleep That’s a task My eyes wide Try to wrap my head around everything Could you clue me in When did the script change happen Not to my benefit I say I understand But we all know thats just a lie to begin with So set the scene and take your places Therе are no lines to read Only griеf and jaded faces Another morning in the same routine It’s a chore For you to give any acknowledgment It feels like I don’t even exist I’m a ghost now And I float through our apartment Reminiscing on the taste of your kiss Roll sound Roll camera Call action I wish at some point you’d direct me on exactly where you want me to go So set the scene and take your places There are no lines to read It’s only grief and jaded faces Another morning in the same routine To be ignored while sharing spaces It kills my self esteem The joy, it feels so emaciated I haven’t fed my psyche in weeks A failed attempt to feel rejuvenated A skeleton of any happiness That we had achieved Dim light pouring into our room It kills my self esteem So set the scene and take your places There are no lines to read Only grief and jaded faces Its the murder of my self esteem So set the scene and take your places Could you clue me in? When does this movie end?