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 street While you drove across town at three 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 Atleast just keep Speaking to me