Let's keep it above board
don't always have to think deep
don't have to search for every reason
except why i lose sleep.
Let's keep it honest,
I really aim for sincere
even if ironic tones slip
like typing an ellipse and then I stare.
I don't even want it,
you can have it all back
take the fame and the fortune
take the artist acting tortured
pack it up, send it back.
The hair-do smooth
the attitude cool
it doesn't fit
I can't hack.
There's no question where to go,
I'm not at a crossroad, or an impasse
I'll stay here, where I'm needed,
at my home
where my mind can rest easy,
resting in Columbia.