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 I'm 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 didn't 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 one's 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 one's not for you