All the balloons are tied up to the ceiling
they float away from me under the sea
I am sinking, spreading their wings,
I've heard of angles, I've felt something
in me, tears trailing, I suppose this could
be enough for me, I can't do it, doubt,
but they keep sending me back, out
there I'm beaten, take me back, under
the sea, where I hang with mermaids,
make-believe, there's a lot of little in me.