Audience

There is no audience

Only light on in my room is red

I'm reflected vaguely in my window and

Clear enough to let me monitor it

So show me how you would collapse

So show me how you would flirt

So show me how you would stand in the center and

There is no audience

For what I have just conjured here

Swollen eyes scanning the mezzanine

Gesturing thanks to the orchestra

I don't care who's out there, no

I remember I was told

Never be complacent

There's angels watching over all

And they'll send me straight to the hoosegow

For a lackluster performance

There is no audience

I return to starting position

Play a song with a long introduction

In the wings, waiting with anticipation

I don't care who's out there, no

I remember I was told

Never be complacent

There's angels watching over all

And they'll send me straight to the hoosegow

For a lackluster performance

Intimacy in private

Is what makes me consistent

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect