Bookworm

Lyrics

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 wanna come home And you couldn't breathe 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 I wanna come home on the F train And you were just a paper boat Floating through the gutter Lost at sea, you 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