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