Don't you come in here
And tell me how the story goes
Cause i know a lot of things you don't know
And they don't either
And no one will understand
How this quilt got pieced together
And don't even try to start throwing things
I've glued down all the furniture
And breakables
I've put away the best pieces and all that we have left are our hands
And what we hold in them
So i could make you a cup of tea
Or you could kick a hole in the door
Are you going for an oscar
Or are you happy
With an independent film award
Would you like to give your lovely speeches
Or are you content to stay underground
Only recognized in your hometown
So don't you come in here
And say i broke your heart
It's cheap for an ending,
It doesn't even begin to start
And the audience will never fall for this one
You'll be called an over-actor
You'd better go for subtle or downcast
So i could make you a cup of tea
And you could kick a hole in the door
Are you going for an oscar
Or are you happy
With an independent film award
Would you like to give your lovely speeches
Or are you content to stay underground
Only recognized in your hometown
‘cause everyone loves the lovable loser
When he's up on the big silver screen
Hold your head high,
Pretend that you don't see the holes
‘cause only by playing dumb
Are you gonna steal this scene
Writer(s): Vanessa Peters
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