Hello to my halo,
Goodbye to my glands,
You can move a mountain with a book of plans.
You can't break a heart with my birthday wish.
You can't make a wave in a petrie dish.
We think they're starving.
We think they're deaf.
We've seen them carving curse words into their desks.
That I'm a liquid.
It's been a gas.
They're frozen solid just behind the looking glass.
The mirror just flat,
The mirror's just glass,
Into the mirror let's try not to pass.