The Last Five Years Page #4

Barely even breathing all the while

And then he'll smile

His eyes light up

and deep within the ground

Without a sound

A moment comes to life

And I'm a part of that

I'm a part of that

Next day it's just like

it never happened

We're making dinners

We're making plans

Then he gets on the

mule train to Jamie-land

Handful after handful of Doritos

Circling the apartment, Logging miles

And then he smiles

His eyes light up

And how can I complain?

Yes, he's insane

But look what he can do

And I'm a part of that

I'm a part of that

And it's true

I tend to follow in his stride

Instead of side by side

I take his cue

True

But there's no question,

there's no doubt

I said I'd stick it out

And follow through

And when I do

Then he smiles

And where else can I go?

I didn't know

The rules do not apply

And then he smiles

And nothing else makes sense

While he invents

The world that's passing by

And I'm a part of that

I'm a part of that

I'm a part of that

Aren't I?

I'm a part of that

Hey. How are you doing, babe?

You did...

Not a very good day at the bar?

I'm sorry. Did you at least,

get some good tips?

Get any...

- Sh*t!

- Oh.

You look really nice.

Hey... are you working

on anything tonight?

- Like what?

- You know, your photos? The dress?

Like... Don't you have

an audition or something

later this week that

you need to get ready for?

- I'm not going.

- Why?

Because, I'm not going to get it.

Oh, come on, did you call

your agent or anything?

- He's on a retreat.

- Retreat?

What the hell is an agent retreat?

I don't know. They go into the woods

and sacrifice actresses

to breed more agents.

- That's frightening, Cathy.

- I don't make them do it.

Hey, no, look, I have prepared

a little surprise for you

in the form of the story.

- No, baby, please.

- Come on.

- No, I've had such a shitty day.

- No, listen...

I've literally been doing this for hours,

so you're going to sit up

for, like, five minutes and listen, OK?

You know, if I had known

there were going to be this many stories,

- I wouldn't have ever dated a writer.

- Well, too late.

You're going to like it. I promise.

It's a Christmas story.

You like Christmas.

I call it the Story of Schmuel,

the Tailor of Klimovich.

Schmuel would work till half-past ten

At his tailor shop in Klimovich

Get up at dawn and start again

With the hems and pins and twist

Are you going to touch my dress right now?

Forty-one years had come and gone

At his tailor shop in Klimovich

Watching the winters soldier on

There was one thing Schmuel missed

Are you ready for this?

"If I only had time" old Schmuel said

"I would build

the dress that's in my head

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