The Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager, Pt. 1

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Album : The Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager, Pt. 1

And I was stuck in minor chords
I've been here once before
With environmental echoes by your baggage on my floor
So get over here
Let's grab ourselves another beer
To drink until tomorrow to forget that we're still alive
We're drinkin' to forget
And it always brings regrets
And disillusioned faces upon friends that we seldom met
I do believe that my
Self-constructed alibi
Is crackin' under pressure whilst I'm breakin' on the inside
I'm sick of makin' a show
I'm sick of sittin' with my hands trapped and fallin' on my back, and
Tellin' people I know
More than they needed to know
And this song is more than a self-indulgent rant, it's closure for the terms that
Have let you down
You know I need you around
And I'm still here
Long overdue
Because it feels like home in a life of pastures new
So this one's for the friends
And also for the sounds
Of distant laughter erecting us
Remind us in a town
You made us feel at home
You broke our backs on floors of stone
And yet I'd rather wait there, ready to wake up here alone
ba da ba ba ba (x8)
So this one's for the friends
And also for the sounds
Of distant laughter erecting us
Remind us in a town
You made us feel at home
You broke our backs on floors of stone
And yet I'd rather wait there, ready to wake up here alone
ba da ba ba ba (x8)