A little boat
on a placid sea...

There's a breeze that blows in Nebraska,
it carries the smell of summer-filled rain...

I wish that i could put it into words
i wish that you could understand...

Oh, my God, I'm drowning
somebody grab my hand, please...

You stand on the bridge
they beckon below...

Shut up and control the crying,
be a big girl the way they want...

An Aztec pyramid
steps leading to the sky...

These little suicidal questions
written under sleeves...

These broken words won't matter
If you won't listen to say I say...

Just another day from school.
More than one hundred eighty, you know...

Hang off the edge of the bed,
look at the world in a topsey-turvey way...

Yes, you say it's all yours,
a little knife held by your heart...