nI'm your sandnIn your fishbowlnWhere you sit and watch your fishnJust above menI'm his sandnIn his fishbowlnWhere he has nothing to do with menYou're all hisnAnd he's always above mennI need some kind of ground to rely onnWell you're my some kind of groundnWhen I miss school nAnd drive to the bluffsn'Cause I slept through my clocksnAnd I think way too much nAbout the same shitty stuff:nI'm not just sandnBut I'm lying to myselfnSaying someday nYou'll find this sandnMore interesting than your fishnIt's a possibilitynIt's an improbabilityn'cause you're my pointless sandnWhen I'm up way too laten'cause I slept too much the previous daynAnd God I hate sleeping latennI wish InWere your fishnWhere you'd guiltlessly sit and watch men'Cause that dull grainy sandnJust doesn't do it for younAnd I guess it wouldn't for mennBut it's okay, you don't like peppermint anywayn