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 drinking to forget Always breeds regret And disillusioned faces upon Friends that we've seldom met I do believe that my Self-constructed alibi Is cracking under pressure Whilst I'm breaking on the inside I'm sick of making sure I'm sick of sitting with my hands trapped, falling on my back and Telling people I know More than they needed to know And this song is more Than a self-indulgent rant, it's closure for the times that I've let you down You know I need you around Well, I'm still here Long overdue Becaise it feels like you're in a life of pastures new So this one's for the friends And also for the sound Of distant laughter, acting as Reminders in a town That made us feel at home We broke our backs on floors of stone And yet I'd rather wake there any day Than wake up here alone So this one's for the friends And also for the sound Of distant laughter, acting as Reminders in a town That made us feel at home We broke our backs on floors of stone But I'd rather wake there any day Than wake up here alone