Burn This Guitar

Won't you burn this guitar?
 Stop all the sorrows
 Silence my voice from singing
 And set my soul's desires on overdrive
 So they just disintegrate from spinning
 'Cause I have made a huge mistake out here on my own
 I'm a soldier in the quicksand
 And I'm gasping for air
 But if I just stop struggling, maybe you would find me
 You my love, my great escape, yeah-eh
 So pull me out of here
 Pull me out of myself
 Take me home with you, sit me down
 And tell me to just shut up
 Tell me stories all night long about yourself
 'Cause I wanna know everything about you
 'Cause, I'm sick of myself
 All of my hopes and glories, consumed with my ego, but still unable to say "No"
 Yeah, but, I'm still moving forward
 Though, I have no destination
 Yeah, wherever I end up, I pretend that is where I wanted to go
 It's like Cassidy and Kerouac
 Neal Cassidy I am
 All messed up by my existence
 Yeah, and why the hell I am?
 Well, do I deserve this?
 No, I don't think so
 So, would you do me a favor baby, and burn this guitar, yeah-eh
 So pull me out of here
 Pull me out of myself
 Take me home with you sit me down
 And tell me to just shut up
 Tell me stories all night long about yourself
 'Cause I wanna know everything about you
 Baby, everything about you
 My great escape
 Then you say the point is that there ain't no point at all
 And there is no destination
 'Cause, we're all just on our way
 Yeah, but maybe the only hope I have for my ego
 Is to let my guitar stay right here in its way
 Yeah, maybe the only hope I have for my ego
 Is to let my guitar stay right in its way, yeah-eh
 Pull me out of here, baby
 Pull me out of myself