Complimentary "The Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager (Part 2)

I think i've been here before,

only now not at the cellar,

I am lying on the sunrooms floor,

and contemplating why that if im so damn tired and out of pocket,

do I turn every conversation and every contemplation I make,

into a self pity trip.

I said that i would ride a wagon right out of this town,

and out of this slide,

to find the confidence and hope,

that i lost back in 2005,

but did I?

Would there be a second chapter,

if they didnt leave the death star alive?

I want to be something else of worth, you see?

And I want fly like a kite in the sky.

You don't need a degree, to deconstruct this melody,

but this ones not for you.

If a song for was,

my justification for the introspective writings i make,

then this is the most anyone will ever hear about my personal life,

then why?

as the apology I owe you is as public as the stars in the sky,

"if I, if I..."

I want to be something else of worth, you see?

And I want fly like a kite in the sky.

You don't need a degree, to deconstruct this melody,

but this ones not for you.