The Chronicles of a Bohemian Teenager (Pt. Two) - Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly

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?

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

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

Then why is the apology I owe you is as public as the stars in the sky

If I, if I

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