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 crowded
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 pillows a rock
I'm in a rusted car
Bound to get lost