It bothers me that sand can hold my weight.
Sand is tiny.
Each grain is insignificant.
Yet it somehow finds billions of other tiny, insignificant grains just like it.
And they can do things I can not.
It makes me feel jealous, and even more insignificant than the sand.
I hate the sand.
So does the water.
That's why it continues to drown it.
It doesn't work, but it keeps trying.
Someone needs to tell the water that it can't drown the sand.
Someone needs to tell me that I can't drown the sand.
Someone needs to tell the sand that it can't walk on water.
Someone needs to tell me that I can't walk on water.

Do you remember,
first day of last september?
We said goodbye,
you cried,
I wiped the tears from your eyes with my lips.
Can we go back?
When you were safe in my arms, and I was mesmerized by your charm.
 
I miss you, your silly laugh the way you walk, babe can we go back?
 
When we laughed till will cried,
then kissed till we were satisfied.
Lying in the sand,
will you hold my hand, again?
Oh darling it's not the same,
when you're not the one calling my name.
Can we go back?
Where the whole world stopped just for us, two stupid kids so it must have been something special.
 
Cause I miss your smile and running my fingers through your hair,
and your voice when you sang, and the clothes you wear. Babe can we go back?
 
Do you remember,
first day of last september?
Can we go back and make that day the rest of our lives? Babe can we go back?

Could you be a little quieter? I don't want you to over hear yourself.
Could you be a little less confident? You forget your wings and I think you fell.
Was it from hell?
Where did you get that vile sense of knowing who you're not?
Don't get caught dreaming
About the seemingly impossible.
Not everything is plausible,
Some things are just impossible.

I'm sorry but you're under arrest for impersonation
There will be confiscation
Of your soul.
Which seems to have been sold my dear.
Why didn't I hear of this?
I'm sorry but the story you call your life seems to be a lie,
So don't even try to change it.
Looks to me like a hit and run.
You hit yourself, my dear, well done.

Could you be a little more clear? I don't think you know just who you are.
Could you please stop convincing yourself what you think you need? You won't go far.
You're no shooting star.
Your attitude will get you killed here by midnight just so you know.
No where to go.
Just get out of your head right now please.
You fall to your knees as I tell you

I'm sorry but you're under arrest for impersonation
there will be confiscation
of your soul.
Which seems to have been sold my dear.
Why didn't I hear of this?
I'm sorry but the story you call your life seems to be a lie,
So don't even try to change it.
Looks to me like a hit and run.
You hit yourself, my dear, well done.

When I was six I was in girlscouts.
One day I went to a jail
It was a fieldtrip that I did not enjoy.
They told us that when you were seven you could get arrested,
And they could spray things in your eyes.
I did not know you had to commit a crime first.
I wanted to be six forever.
On my seventh birthday I was very nervous.
I made myself sick and could not even enjoy my birthday pancakes,
Even though they had m'n'ms in them.
Who doesn't love m'n'ms?
I cried on and off all day,
And on our way to dinner I heard sirens.
My heart stopped for a good two seconds.
And that was the most scared I have ever been in my whole life.