Aaaand action

Don’t you laugh at me, the jokes feel tired
And uninspired

Our best memories, are all in reruns
Of the past seasons

9 years of TV, just gotta rally
Through the finale

You long to be free, and I’m through pretending
No sitcom ending.

One more scene dear
The kisses may feel forced
Soon as we wrap I’m filing for divorce

And cut

Call the shoot off cause it’s all through
I can’t stand to be around you for even a half hour, minus ads

Much like everyone still watching, I find myself often wondering about
How it ever got this bad

There’s a world outside our program and it’s finally time to go
No more feeding insecurities by basking in the glow
Of the fans who only love you from the you that’s on our show
They would leave you in a second if they knew the you I know

Take your final bow, cause when the show’s done, so are you