Polite Fiction in a Quiet Room

I circle boxes you want, spin stories you’ll believe
Hide my hands in my pockets
tuck the truth up my sleeve, I say I’m doing better
smile so you’ll agree
But all my real confessions never make it past my teeth.

It’s just polite fiction in a quiet room
Trading broken pieces for a little more room
You never see the shadows, you only hear the tune
It’s just polite fiction in a quiet room.
You scribble on your notepad
track my progress for blame
But I laugh at all the right times

and you never ask the same
I sell you practiced answers, let the clock run down
Truth locked behind my laughter
safe where it can’t be found.
It’s just polite fiction in a quiet room
Trading broken pieces for a little more room
You never see the shadows, you only hear the tune

It’s just polite fiction in a quiet room.
You say I’m brave for showing up
But all you get is my polished face, The hour ends
I say “thank you, and that’s that
” Step back into the night with my lies.

It’s just polite fiction in a quiet room
Trading broken pieces for a little more room
You never see the shadows, you only hear the tune
It’s just polite fiction in a quiet room.