I couldn't save you.
No one could.
Nobody did.

Two men carry a little box.
Who knew they came in that size?
They open it and someone starts wailing.
It's an agonizing sound, but no one's telling her to stop.

I'm shaking but I force myself to move.
I want to see what treasure the box holds.

"I don't wanna remember him like that,"
Is whispered by the wind.
But I'm still moving and she's still screaming.
I'm going to see what treasure the box holds.

My toes are sliding through these shoes,
But I'm almost there.
Just keep swimming, right?

Too bad I can't swim.
It's too late to learn how to doggy paddle,
And I'm too heavy to float.
The contents are visible now...

I'm drowning and I'm glad.
Someone open my chest,
Fill it with rocks, and let me sink.
There's sure to be treasure at the bottom,
'Cuz it sure as hell isn't up here.

There's no gold, no cotton candy,
Just a small, swollen, little boy.
He's hurting... or at least he was.
He fought for his life
And has the black eyes to prove it.

They say he used to be so thin...
Is this what they do to all the babies that lose?
Fatten them up and make it look like they gained?

Please tell me you're still thin,
That your knees still knock
And the wind still takes you away.

All the same,
He looks nothing like you,
Good thing too, because I'm not burying you,
Not like this, not in that box.