Hello to my halo,
Goodbye to my glands,
You can move a mountain with a book of plans.
You can't break a heart with my birthday wish.
You can't make a wave in a petri dish.
Tell them,
We think they're starving.
Tell them,
We think they're deaf.
Tell them,
We've seen them carving curse words into their desks.
Tell them,
That I'm a liquid.
Tell them,
It's been a gas.
Tell them,
They're frozen solid just behind the looking glass.
The mirror just flat,
The mirror's just glass,
Into the mirror let's try not to pass.
Goodbye to my glands,
You can move a mountain with a book of plans.
You can't break a heart with my birthday wish.
You can't make a wave in a petri dish.
Tell them,
We think they're starving.
Tell them,
We think they're deaf.
Tell them,
We've seen them carving curse words into their desks.
Tell them,
That I'm a liquid.
Tell them,
It's been a gas.
Tell them,
They're frozen solid just behind the looking glass.
The mirror just flat,
The mirror's just glass,
Into the mirror let's try not to pass.