rock star

my friend says he imagines i'm one out here
i suppose it's a bit like that
no one is allowed to talk to me
i pass them in the halls
sometimes they're bold and they catch my eye
i want to sit down with them,
to dance around together
there is so much we have to talk about
so many things we could say,
but...no
so lonely
so exhausting
this feigning of disinterest

in my dreams he hops into his fancy car and drives across the river to say hello