Bathwater Babies

Perfect is a dirty word
People shout it from the safety of the sidelines all year
What about the learning curve
History repeats itself until the guidelines appear

This sick, it used to fit, but now it's bigger than me
I've made it far enough to know I'm getting somewhere
We feast-or-famine folk began as bathwater babies
Our days drop off the calendar and we grow
Like fingernails and hair

A word of warning from one other to another
Nothing fades as fast as light
The voice of reason's mute if you refuse to listen
Tell me how today is different
Tell me how today is different

Drunk on powerlessness as you wrestle mania
All set to quit before you start
Youth is cruel, nature threads you through the loom
Nothing gets you like the dark
Nothing gets you like the dark

This sick, it used to fit, but now it's bigger than me
I've made it far enough to know I'm getting somewhere
We feast-or-famine folk began as bathwater babies
Our days drop off the calendar and we grow
Like fingernails and hair

She's only twenty-two, I wish I knew what to do
I watched a bitter taste erase the smile from her face
That weapon in her hand has her thinking it's her friend
When all is said and done, it's no fun for anyone