The apple doesn't fall very far from the tree;
Sir Isaac, your law has worked on me
I tried to catch a ride on James' Peach
He threw me off the side
Said there wasn't enough room for me

[Chorus]
So where do I fit in the stories you read to me?
I need some dreams to fill up my sleep
And where do I fit in the stories you read to me?
I need some dreams to fill up sleep

Because I used to be as crisp
As the "shh" in Madeleine L'Engle's lisp
But now I'm soggy, oh
I'm soggy
So now I work a job with a shirt and tie
And watch safely from my desk as the world goes rolling by
There's not a wind in my door nor a wrinkle in my time
How can that world be so much different than mine?

[Chorus]
And where do I fit in the stories you read to me?
I need some dreams to fill up my sleep
And where do I fit in the stories you read to me?
I need some dreams to fill up sleep

Because now I feel the same
As Bean in Ender's Game
In the shadows I'll remain
Unaccomplished
What is the word you said I'd never heard?
What is the word you said I'd never heard?
What is the word you said I'd never heard? "Sleep."
What is the word you said I'd never heard?
What is the word you said I'd never heard?
What is the word you said I'd never heard? "Sleep."
What is the word you said I'd never heard?
What is the word you said I'd never heard?
What is the word you said I'd never heard? "Sleep" (Sleep)
So I run my fingers over this ink
As I run these pages across my wrists
Over the sink
Fictitious charactors don't
Bleed like this and I don't know
Why my blood's spilling out like so much prose
As the blank white page of my tile grows more re(a)d
Than the books of my childhood
So I run my fingers over this ink
As I run these pages across my wrists
Over the sink
Fictitious char(actors) don't
Bleed like this and I don't know
Why my blood's spilling out like so much prose
As the blank white page of my tile grows more re(a)d
Than the books of my childhood
So where do I fit in the stories you read to me?
I need some sleep so that I can dream
And where do I fit in the stories you read to me?
I need some sleep so that I can dream
Because I never thought I'd be
An obituary
But a paragraph, that's me
I'm sorry