A Mets Fan's Fishbowl Letra

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