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?