A Mets Fan's Fishbowl Testo

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