Bedroom Rockstar

Bought a guitar at a five-and-dime Signed it myself like it's worth a dime Thought I'd be a star in no time flat But this 'E' string's laughing, imagine that No lessons taken, just pure raw dreams Striking that air, it's harder than it seems One More Strum! I hit a chord Thought I sounded like a rock god Fingers bleedin', notes all wrong But I'll just play it off real strong Learnt this riff from a cereal box Now I'm jammin' in my mismatched socks My amp goes to eleven, sounds like a storm But the cats and the neighbors wish I wasn’t born Fumbled through the intro of “Stairway to Heaven” Ended up sounding like a Walmart at eleven Calluses forming, my guitar face is mean Though I’m just hitting strings in a random routine Bent a note like it's some kind of crime But in my head, it's a perfect rhyme Got this lick that I try to sell Sounds like a two-string rebel yell Trashing through a solo, it's a hit and miss Pretending I'm a star with a move and a twist Standing tall on an air guitar stage Crowd's wild roar on my mental front page Lost the pick, now it's just flesh and bone Strumming on strings that moan and groan Barre chord attempt is a cryin' shame But in my head, I've got all the fame