All About... Nothing

oldfilmsflicker:

I was waiting for a cross-town train in the
London underground when it struck me
that I’ve been waiting since birth to find a
love that would look and sound like a movie
so I changed my plans I rented a camera and
a van and then I called you
“I need you to pretend that we are in love
again.” and you agreed to

I want so badly to believe that “there is truth,
that love is real”
and I want life in every word to the extent
that it’s absurd

I greased the lens and framed the shot using
a friend as my stand-in
the script it called for rain but it was clear
that day so we faked it
the marker snapped and I yelled “quiet on
the set” and then called “action!”
and I kissed you in a style Clark Gable would
have admired (I thought it classic)

I want so badly to believe that “there is truth,
that love is real”
and I want life in every word to the extent
that it’s absurd
I know you’re wise beyond your years, but
do you ever get the feeling
that your perfect verse is just a lie 
you tell yourself to help you get by

The Postal Service // Clark Gable