The Drones: Your Acting

I feel like a mime losing his job
But i'm just not sure, i'm just not sure
It's like i'm facing down the wrath of God
But I know I aint, I know i'm not
I've made all kinds of weird plans
That can't succeed, won't ever be
And I spend half my time feeling odd
But what do I know

I feel like a canary who's living underground
Singing through the gas
Still worried about my first big night
As the curtains fall, the roof collapses

Your acting's like the end of the world

And I see rows and rows of fresh ditches
What are they for? it don't make no sense
I need a palindrome to keep witches
And get rolling stoned and drop my defences
All this doom and gloom has got to me
It's taken me to lunch
I'm trying hard not to forget you
I can't take another punch

I get nostalgic thinking about you
Made me laugh until I cried
You were useful in a crisis
But it's harder now to lie

Your acting's like the end of the world

I ain't here to say i'm sorry
It wouldn't help you if I did
Your pain was just too great to bear
And I was just a kid
Well it would seem you're on your own now man
You're sitting at the breakfast table in a shirt
You've joined the chorus line of all those useless things
And wandering all the long while if you'll stay inert
If you'll stay alert

You should move out to the country man
And look after your health
These cities show you to your seat
And then they make you eat yourself

Your acting's like the end of the world

When she left she took much less of me than you
But what am I meant to do?
I try most nights to get you out of my mind
But you're still there silent by my side most the time
I can't help that I let you down
It's too long and too late
And I can't help if I broke your heart
It's too long and too late