Air Guitar

my secrets and a million light years
the best performance of my whole career (or so it seemed)
you missed it all and left me out to freeze
please don’t look at me
it wasn’t you I wanted, it was us
please don’t look at me
on solo air guitar, on solo air guitar
I only wear these things to see myself (I think it helps)
I’d cut my right hand off to please your left
a quarter-hearted, plastic-packed attempt to stay in step
you’d miss it all and cross me on the stairs