Posters on My Bedroom Wall

I'm fifteen, I don't have many friends
 I don't know where I want to be, I don't know what I want to do
 Or if I'll ever fall in love
 I've got posters of musicians on my wall
 I sit in my computer chair and casually strum a guitar
 I say to one of my two dimensional heroes,
 "Will I ever figure this out? Will I ever get there?"
 They make me feel good, like I can take on the world
 But I'm just talking to the posters on my bedroom wall
 My twenties, I don't have many friends
 But I know where I want to be, and I know what I want to do
 And someday I'll fall in love
 I've got posters of musicians on my wall
 I sit in my computer chair and casually strum a guitar
 I say to one of my two dimensional heroes,
 "Will I ever be like you? Will we ever share a stage?"
 But when I go to their shows I've got nothing to say
 Because I'm just talking to the posters on my bedroom wall
 And I'm meant to be so much more than this
 I've got so many songs in my heart that I can't resist
 I never learned how to speak my thoughts out loud
 I can only form the words when I know that there's no one around
 I'm meant to do so much more than this
 So much more
 Than just talking to the posters on my bedroom wall