Bookworm

	作曲 : Edwards
	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

	zuò qǔ : Edwards
	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