Wipe my eyes on heart stained sleevesnAnd my feet hang kicking freelynI can only taste the soggy sweatshirt stringsnAnd the salt stuck in the back of my throatnnSo I'll sing, a song I'll sewnHow much can we gain? nHow much can we lose?nnI rest my mind on feathered thoughts to fly me through these weathered stormsnnI am an over exposed open window photograph taken by someone I will never knownnSo I'll sing, a song I'll sewnnWorn through winter, so let it snownnSuck it up baby boynnWipe my nose on heart stained sleevesnSnail trails silvered up my sleevennWhy can kids be so mean?nnSit and hide count to a thousand