someone broke the sixth string on my guitar
and my friend said i would never be a star
but i don’t even wanna be that anyway
till the hole in my head disappears
things tend to be easier when i’m wearing rainboots
i step right through puddles of refuse and hard truths
when they get too deep i ride on the shoulders
of people who think that i’m weird
maybe one day i’ll get it together
but for now i’ll keep falling apart
its better than having the world on my shoulders
instead i’ve got a helium heart
my mattress is too small to have someone sleepover
my windows stay open till end of october
when leaves start to fall on top of my pillows
the scarecrows they praise my decor
i’ve always been good at talking to strangers
ignoring the red flags and potential dangers
when they steal my wallet i invite them to dinner
hope they drop my cash on the floor
maybe one day i’ll get it together
but for now i’ll keep falling apart
when i am the ant that is under the boulder
i rely on my helium heart
i get by with my helium heart
i’ve got a helium heart