I'm in a book,
For you to read and then throw out
I wasn't born,
I was just dropped into your arms
Well mom I've been bad,
And I want to come home
And you couldn't breath
With all those doctors at your side
But you're talking to me
Saying I wish that I had died
'Cause I'm being prodded
Crushed in your hands
And I want to come home on the F train
And if you were just a paper boat
Floating through the garden
Lost at sea
Drift to me
And into someone's nightmares
A home is a highway
Your pillow's a rock
I'm in a rusted car
Bound to get lost
For you to read and then throw out
I wasn't born,
I was just dropped into your arms
Well mom I've been bad,
And I want to come home
And you couldn't breath
With all those doctors at your side
But you're talking to me
Saying I wish that I had died
'Cause I'm being prodded
Crushed in your hands
And I want to come home on the F train
And if you were just a paper boat
Floating through the garden
Lost at sea
Drift to me
And into someone's nightmares
A home is a highway
Your pillow's a rock
I'm in a rusted car
Bound to get lost
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