Screen goes black, the lights come up slow

Everybody’s grabbing coats, heading for the door

I stay in my seat, popcorn cold on the floor

Still tasting the kiss that never really was mine at all

You were pixels and sound, but you felt like home

Now the theater’s empty and I’m walking alone

What do we do after the credits roll?

When the hero rides off and the sad song takes hold

Do we keep the feeling or let it dissolve?

Tell me, what do we do after the credits roll?

I still hear the score in the quiet night

Every streetlight’s a spotlight that’s burning too bright

We were promised forever in two hours flat

Now it’s 2 a.m. and I just want it back

I replay the scenes when the city’s asleep

Pause on your smile, loop it on repeat

Real life doesn’t come with a swelling string part

Just me and the hum of a broken heart

Maybe we’re all just extras waiting for a line

Maybe the magic was never theirs, it was always mine

So I’ll be the sequel nobody green-lit

Write my own ending where the loser still wins

I don’t need the big screen to feel it for real

I’ll carry the spark when the credits roll

Yeah, I’ll keep the spark after the credits roll

Fade in…

The story’s not over.

It’s just beginning again.