well I was dying fast like a snowflake in June
trying to patch up the leak and fix the water balloon
Lloyd and Tom were a waiter and a busser
who opened the place but went down
to gutter, given second chance
in their own balloon's burst they drowned

Tom loved the Oxy Cotton and the chef he loved the meth
Lloyd really loved heroin and I had my own addiction
I was craving from a heart broken like a water balloon that I'd fill up
with grenadine to remember sweet and cover all that was to come

and the water balloon
erased a blue moon
at the backyard baptism
on a Sunday afternoon
well I was dying fast like a snowflake in June
trying to patch up the leak and fix the water balloon

well I was dying fast, liquid slipped through hands, I got hired on April Fool's
Lloyd Tom Myrriah and me on the first day as the chef went over the rules
Myrriah was special from New Mexico not Santa Fe but near
she seemed full of hot desert air but up close you’d hope maybe it was lack of fear

she got Libby hired in early summer and let Lloyd crash at her place
she knew Libby from the U and liked to eat food from trash rather than let it go to waste
when Libby came back from Italy, Myrriah’d been fired and Lloyd left for winter
he came back begging staff for the cash to patch with during rush in dinner

and the water balloon
erased a blue moon
at the backyard baptism
on a Sunday afternoon
well I was dying fast like a snowflake in June
trying to patch up the leak and fix the water balloon

well everybody's heard this before
who’s tried to resurrect
a love shattered into pieces
that you won’t admit is dead

a tear and a half after we had opened, Tommy and the chef went into rehab
Aaron and Shauna saw Lloyd walking downtown skinny and ragged
his family from New Jersey called us up for just a little help in finding him
I think back telling myself I was in no shape to try and be a friend

I felt the light streaming from Libby that once through me had flowed
reflecting off a sugar nile I’d fill balloon again with and hold
at Libby's birthday party there you stood, Elizabeth by another name
for that moment I was free of trying to force another heart to feel the same

and the water balloon
erased a blue moon
at the backyard baptism
on a Sunday afternoon
well I was dying fast like a snowflake in June
til you reached out and offered me the water balloon

but I couldn't see you right away
cause I was still waiting for the day
for my dad to call me back down in the pool
made out of tears saved up in the water balloon
he’d say don’t worry son it’s OK
I don’t understand but I still love you anyway
if this world ever puts you in the path to ruin
think of the tears in me, the tears in the water balloon
in the water balloon, in the water balloon
all I’m asking is have some faith in me
open up and embrace the mystery