First Day Back

<br>so frustrated<br>that something (so) complicated<br>could hang over my head<br>on my first day back<br>and already i`m treading on unsteady ground<br>so strike me down or check me out<br><br><br>so elated<br>that this soul so understated<br>could be making eyes at me<br>but first i`ll be<br>another innocent victim looking for some<br>sense of sympathy<br><br><br>in the middle of a state<br>the sorry story of a star<br>that goes &quot;here`s my heart&quot;<br>it`s a start<br>and if anything, we haven`t seen everything<br><br><br>in the middle of a stage<br>there`s a girl and a guitar<br>but there`s your car<br>have we forgotten who we are?<br>we haven`t seen anything<br><br><br>so i`m told that chicago`s cold<br>can`t be cool as california<br>for the first time ever<br>i feel severed yet smooth removed<br>if you approve then check it out<br><br><br>to what do i owe this attention<br>i`m only half of the reflection<br>and the conversation goes<br>oh, nevermind (oh, nevermind)<br>to what do i owe this tension<br>if deception`s fine<br>then this is divine<br><br><br>divine define divine<br><br><br>on my first day back<br>and already i`ve settled on<br>my weak front