Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly The Chronicles of a Bohemian Teenager (Part One)

I was stuck in minor chords
I'd been here once before
With environmental echoes
By your baggage on my floor
So get over here
Lets grab ourselves another beer
Drink untill tomorrow to forget that we're stil alive.

We're drinking to forget
and it always breeds regrets
dissolusioned faces upon friends that we seldom met
I do believe that my self-constructed alibi
is cracking under pressure while i'm breaking on the inside

I'm sick of making sure
I'm sick of sitting with my.....
telling people I know
More than they needed to know
And this song is more, than the self indulgent rantings, closure for the times that have let you down
you know I need you around

And I'm still here, long overdue, but it seems like coming alive for pastures new

So this ones for the friends
and also for sounds
of distant laughter
acting as reminders in a town.
you made us feel at home
broken backs on floors of stone
and yet I'd rather wake there any day
than wake up here alone