The First Act the audience is silent as the lights dim the curtain slowly opens your silhouette comes into view you begin to move i hold my breath 'please let this go smoothly' you, up on stage. that's how it feels for me in real life are you up there for me? sometimes you act crazy or drunk or stupid sometimes you sing sometimes you dance around like nobodies business, but, no matter who i have you become when you're up there, i always know its only you, inside it's only you it's you it's you who lives his life in a ball of irony it's you who turns off his tv to make a commercial it's you who smokes a cigar to prove that cancer's coming for us all it's you who cracks racist jokes but treat everyone equally its you who hates to travel but are only alive when you're in a hotel and its you who claims you'll never 'get the girl' but here i am... you know that.... or were you someone else when i told you? i'm sitting alone in your audience but you don't hear my applause |
