Babyland

Everyday I'm caught in the same keep away
And every time I notice or understand the spirit dies
Sometimes I feel like I'm on the verge of something better than I've got
I'm nowhere near what I want
There's better than I got
I'm on the verge of something
In every way the struggle continues
A cause to maintain
Some pointless crusade
And every minute I am alone it just reminds me I am alone
In a trip to the trash
It creeps up my neck
To the back of my head
My fingers are crossed but I know it's a chemical
Then I mess it up...