Bookworm

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 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

And I want to 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 pillows a rock

I'm in a rusted car

Bound to get lost