Enough is Too Much
I am the 5 AM crowd
The homebody nobody
If these walls could talk
They'd tell me to get a job
I live in different world
Different time zone
Different area code than where I am supposed to be
Down a hole
Up a tree
With my back against the wall
Taking slings and arrows
And barbs that cut deeper than deserved
I try to live in a candy coated universe
I am one shot of insulin short
of a world that won't have me
I can't bring back magic
What I pull from hats is tragic
The doctor stands over my dreams
I look at him
"They're dead, Jim."
I'm a doctor, not a dreamer
In reality I'm neither
A lover not fighter
A cop not a crook
It just so happens I have no badge or girl
So what does that make me?
Where is the kid I used to be?
Buried in the dirt of failure
Crushed from lack of support
And a world that demands we stop pretending to be things we are not
If this is what growing up is
it sucks
No cartoons
No sugar cereal
No soda
No toys
Goddmanit I should be a Jedi
Or a pirate
Or a superhero
But the world looks at me strange if I get excited by the idea of a tiny Star Trek figure hidden deep within a Captain Crunch box
Who exactly told us that growing up meant not having fun
Meant getting a 9 to 5
You have to act dead to stay alive
Who among you did it?
Who killed my inner child?
Was it Professor Plum in the Library with the candle stick?
Mrs. White in the kitchen with the pipe?
I am not a child
Or a superhero
Or a pirate
Or a Jedi
Or a crook
Or a cop
I am not a fighter
Or a lover
Or dreamer
Or a doc
I'm just me
At that doesn't often seem to be enough
The homebody nobody
If these walls could talk
They'd tell me to get a job
I live in different world
Different time zone
Different area code than where I am supposed to be
Down a hole
Up a tree
With my back against the wall
Taking slings and arrows
And barbs that cut deeper than deserved
I try to live in a candy coated universe
I am one shot of insulin short
of a world that won't have me
I can't bring back magic
What I pull from hats is tragic
The doctor stands over my dreams
I look at him
"They're dead, Jim."
I'm a doctor, not a dreamer
In reality I'm neither
A lover not fighter
A cop not a crook
It just so happens I have no badge or girl
So what does that make me?
Where is the kid I used to be?
Buried in the dirt of failure
Crushed from lack of support
And a world that demands we stop pretending to be things we are not
If this is what growing up is
it sucks
No cartoons
No sugar cereal
No soda
No toys
Goddmanit I should be a Jedi
Or a pirate
Or a superhero
But the world looks at me strange if I get excited by the idea of a tiny Star Trek figure hidden deep within a Captain Crunch box
Who exactly told us that growing up meant not having fun
Meant getting a 9 to 5
You have to act dead to stay alive
Who among you did it?
Who killed my inner child?
Was it Professor Plum in the Library with the candle stick?
Mrs. White in the kitchen with the pipe?
I am not a child
Or a superhero
Or a pirate
Or a Jedi
Or a crook
Or a cop
I am not a fighter
Or a lover
Or dreamer
Or a doc
I'm just me
At that doesn't often seem to be enough