Showtime
Jesse Devoss Lyrics

The curtain has fallen down
The show is over and the moment has passed.

The lights don't shine like before
The world seems less bright and less magical without her.

I don't want to sign anymore
He doesn't want to perform or put on a façade anymore.

The stage is empty and there's
There is emptiness on the stage and in his heart.

A ringmaster who prepares with
His life is being controlled by someone else.

A chain on my leg
His life is not his own, and he feels trapped and confined.

They say sing once again
People are expecting him to perform again, but he doesn't want to.

They're waiting on you
People's expectations are weighing on him.

To put an act through
People expect him to put on a show for them.

But who am I signing for?
He questions who he is performing for, as there is no one to appreciate it.

There is nobody in the seats
There is no one watching his performance.

The lights have been out since she's gone
He's lost the light in his life since she left.

I thought you all we're gonna stay
He thought he would have the support of his audience forever, but he doesn't.

I expect the calls for encore but I guess it got late
He expected people to demand more from him, but they moved on.

The curtains draw across like some lumbering gate
The closure of the show feels like a heavy, unpleasant gate.

It felt wide open a few weeks back, but that's when I was twenty-eight
He is reflecting on a time when he was younger and more optimistic.

Time marches on, and I guess people do the same
People change and grow, even if he doesn't want them to.

The same fans faded away who used to clamber at the stage
His old fans have moved on and no longer support him.

New era, new style, new generation, new age
Things have changed and are still changing without him.

And this stupid futile wishing that it all would stay the same
He wishes things could stay as they were, even though it's fruitless.

At least to an extent
He expected change but not to this degree.

But that doesn't stop the bleeding needy thoughts of where they went
He can't stop thinking about where his fans went.

And that expectation stopped at those who knew me superficially
He realizes that most of his fans never really knew him.

But the ones close that I trusted too? Is this really how you pictured me?
Even those who should know him best treated him like a commodity.

A commodity to demand? A puppet to command?
He feels like he is just a tool for others to use.

The strings so small and fine I barely felt them in my hands
He didn't even realize how much control others had over him.

That now so messily form tangles and strangle each breath
He feels suffocated by the expectations and demands of others.

A silent devastation replayed alone inside my head
He's suffering internally and no one else can see it.

There is
He is struggling to find meaning in his life.

Nothing to be seen
He feels like there is nothing left for him.

And you will never be back
She is gone forever and he's struggling to cope.

Just an old wolf
He feels like an empty shell of his former self.

Laying on the cold
He's lost and suffering.

Someday I'll forget
He hopes to find a way to overcome his pain and move on.

They told me to sing and I never question why
He always did what he was told without questioning it.

They'd tell me to jump and I'd replied with how high?
He was always obedient and never stood up for himself.

On life must we be to create and sing and breathe
He's questioning whether life is worth living if he can't sing.

Assuming it was mutual, you and me, I saw us all a team, but
He thought he was building something with his fans, but it wasn't what he thought.

You held the key to the chains I would never even see
The person controlling him was not who he thought it was.

Until the toxic trust would make them rust and slowly stuffen and freeze
The relationship became poisonous and damaging over time.

In your eyes, I was the one place that money grew on trees
The person controlling him only cared about money and not him.

Determined to shake leaves free until I stood naked in the breeze
He wanted to break free even if it meant being exposed and vulnerable.

And now I'm an empty husk, the corn that's been shucked
He feels like he's been stripped down and has nothing left to give.

The lover never kissed, but well and truly - shhhhh
The person he thought loved him was not really there for him.

So I lost even greater balance when the blow finally struck
He was even more devastated when the truth finally came out.

And now I'm singing to a crowd of phantoms and I stare right through their eyes
He is performing for himself since there is no one else watching.

Echos in an auditorium bounce and waver side to side
He feels like he is in an empty echo chamber.

And when the quiet deafens I slowly realize
When everything is silent, he realizes how alone he really is.

My surroundings now simply match the emptiness inside
His environment reflects how he feels inside.

But showtime is over now (The look on your face when I sang you to sleep going through every phase of "You're My Sunshine")
His performance is finished, and he can't relive the moments that matter most.

Someday I'll forget (Or you pulling me close)
He's hurting, and he wants to forget, but he can't.

I won't sing again (Not letting me go to turn off the lights so we wouldn't sleep)
He's lost his passion for singing.

But showtime is over now (The breeze on the willow hitting our window calling you gorgeous)
He's trying to come to terms with the fact that he'll never relive his past performances.

Someday I'll forget (You ruined my life)
He's still angry and struggling to move on.

I won't sing again (By not being mine anymore)
He's lost his will to perform because of his broken heart.