Hello Halo, Goodbye Glands

Hello

To my halo,

Goodbye

To my glands.

You can't

Move a mountain

With a book of plans.

You can't

Break a heart

With a

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's just flat,

The mirror's just glass,

Into the mirror

Let's try not to pass.