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