2.1649 : 11/7/09 : Put An End

I’d like to put an end to something

there’s so much left going on

I’ve got to pick and choose and be circumspect

and think hard about what’s already been and gone

In the hour of my revival when I

run up to the front of the tent

i might turn around and shout April fools

Man I’m already saved so you all get bent

I’ve got mine and still want more

damn me for a greed-headed jerk

I want it all without the weight of fame

Without the burden of chance or the pain of work

I know I’m crazy drowned in dumb daydreams

I don’t know what the hell my problem is

there’s serious stuff going down out there

So many a man would love to trade my life for his

So many pointlessly denied so much

I’ve got so little right to complain

Yet it doesn’t make a difference if I feel bad

So why the hell should I sign up for pain

I’d like to put an end to something

but nothing important is mine to end

and that’s one way I guess I’m just like you

the same wind going to make us both bend

what