I'm your sand   In your fishbowl   Where you sit and watch your fish   Just above me   I'm his sand   In his fishbowl   Where he has nothing to do with me   You're all his   And he's always above me      I need some kind of ground to rely on   Well you're my some kind of ground   When I miss school    And drive to the bluffs   'Cause I slept through my clocks   And I think way too much    About the same shitty stuff:   I'm not just sand   But I'm lying to myself   Saying someday    You'll find this sand   More interesting than your fish   It's a possibility   It's an improbability   'cause you're my pointless sand   When I'm up way too late   'cause I slept too much the previous day   And God I hate sleeping late      I wish I   Were your fish   Where you'd guiltlessly sit and watch me   'Cause that dull grainy sand   Just doesn't do it for you   And I guess it wouldn't for me      But it's okay, you don't like peppermint anyway