Lyric

Cue the laugh track—now I’m “fine”

Act three starts on perfect time

We’re sitcom sweet, drama-free

Conflict solved in line three

Audience claps when we kiss

But something feels amiss

He forgot his line last night

I improvised a quiet fight

No one cried backstage

Just silence on the page

I’m living in a laugh track

Everything’s a soundbite flashback

The punchlines hurt

But no one sees

I’m not your comic relief

Every smile's rehearsed and thin

This joke’s wearing skin

You said “you’re my happy pill”

But I’ve overdosed on thrill

Canned applause can’t fix regret

Just rewrites with vignette

What if we ran off the script?

Let the silence make us slip

Would the lights go down

Or stay bright in our town?

I’m living in a laugh track

Reality’s a laugh attack

I fall for cues that aren’t real

Just echoes of a better feel

Jokes on me, I played the part

But never owned the heart

Roll the credits, fade to black

The punchline never called me back

I’m done with the laugh track

You can keep your perfect act

I’ll write a tragic play instead

Where every line’s unsaid

And when they ask who played the fool

I’ll smile—breaking all the rules

Fade to black, no cue for me

Silence, finally