Bozo On The Bus

I want to be the bozo on the bus
who nobody notices
part of the scenery of life
I don’t want to have to sit 
with all these strangers 
share the times I fucked up
and the mistakes I made

I want to be the bozo on the bus
who walked a straight line
I don’t want to have to explain
my every addiction
why I chased those first feelings
I knew were high flying birds
and I could never catch them 

I want to be the bozo on the bus
who can drink one beer
without having to drink one hundred
the guy who wears normal clothes
has a normal job, normal friends, 
normal money in his pocket
and not moth eaten memories

I want to be the bozo on the bus
but I’m not.