Bohemia

East side living is easy

We can just call it an art

As the roaches crawl on hard wood

Flickered lights and broken hearts

Bohemia we dreamed of you

When did your light betray?

An illusion of confusion

Left my life in disarray

Peter Pan lost Wendy

Now he’ll never be a man

Why can’t he just grow up

and face leaving Neverland?

Tinkerbell has been through hell

Done taking his commands

Cause Peter is no leader

Don’t believe, don’t clap your hands

“I’m an artist!” says the failure

To the rusted out old sink

So that her life seems more demure

She cares what people think

The struggle is, but just a part

Of a greater story told

She don’t believe it in her heart

But that’s the lie she bought and sold

Bohemia, we dreamed of you

But now we’ve lost our way

We realize with clearer eyes

That nothing gold can stay