The Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager [Part Two]

I think I've been here before
Only not now at the cellar
I am lying on the sunroom floor
And contemplating why
That if I'm so damn tired
And so out of pocket do I
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 right out of this life
To find the confidence
And hope that I lost in mid-2005
But did I?
Would there be a second chapter
If they didn't leave the death star alive?
Did I?
Did I?

You know I want to be
Something that's of worth, you see
And I want to fly like
A kite in the sky
You don't need a degree
To deconstruct this melody
But this one's not for you

Even if a song ever was
My justification for the introspective writings I make
I guess this
Is the most that anyone
Will ever hear about my personal life
But then why is the apology
I owe you is as public as the stars in the sky?
And If I
If I

You know I want to be
Something that's of worth, you see
And I want to fly like a kite in the sky
You don't need a degree
To deconstruct this melody
But this one's not for you