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? Did I? Did I? You know 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 ♪ Even 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 But then why is the apology I owe you is as public as the stars in the sky? And If I If I You know 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