Forgiven

You know how us Catholic girls can be 
We make up for so much time a little too late 
I never forgot it, confusing as it was 
No fun with no guilt feelings 
The sinners, the saviors, the loverless priests 
I'll see you next Sunday 

We all had our reasons to be there 
We all had a thing or two to learn 
We all needed something to cling to 
So we did 

I sang Alleluia in the choir 
I confessed my darkest deeds to an envious man 
My brothers they never went blind for what they did 
But I may as well have 
In the name of the Father, the Skeptic and the Son 
I had one more stupid question 

We all had our reasons to be there 
We all had a thing or two to learn 
We all needed something to cling to 
So we did

What I learned I rejected but I believe again 
I will suffer the consequence of this inquisition 
If I jump in this fountain, will I be forgiven 

We all had our reasons to be there 
We all had a thing or two to learn 
We all needed something to cling to 
So we did

We all had delusions in our head 
We all had our minds made up for us 
We had to believe in something 
So we did 

Ironic
 
An old man turned ninety-eight 
He won the lottery and died the next day 
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay 
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late 
Isn't it ironic... don't you think? 

It's like rain on your wedding day 
It's a free ride when you've already paid 
It's the good advice that you just didn't take 
Who would've thought... it figures 

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly 
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye 
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight 
And as the plane crashed down he thought 
"Well isn't this nice..." 
And isn't it ironic... don't you think? 

It's like rain on your wedding day 
It's a free ride when you've already paid 
It's the good advice that you just didn't take 
Who would've thought... it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you 
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right 
And life has a funny way of helping you out when 
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up 
In your face 

A traffic jam when you're already late 
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break 
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife 
It's meeting the man of my dreams 
And then meeting his beautiful wife 
And isn't it ironic... don't you think? 
A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think... 

It's like rain on your wedding day 
It's a free ride when you've already paid 
It's the good advice that you just didn't take 
Who would've thought... it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you 
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out 
Helping you out 

Perfect
 
Sometimes is never quite enough 
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love 
Don't forget to win first place 
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face 

Be a good boy 
Try a little harder 
You've got to measure up 
And make me prouder 

How long before you screw it up 
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up 
With everything I do for you 
The least you can do is keep quiet 

Be a good girl 
You've gotta try a little harder 
That simply wasn't good enough 
To make us proud 

I'll live through you 
I'll make you what I never was 
If you're the best, then maybe so am I 
Compared to him, compared to her 
I'm doing this for your own damn good 
You'll make up for what I blew 
What's the problem...why are you crying 

Be a good boy 
Push a little farther now 
That wasn't fast enough 
To make us happy 
We'll love you just the way you are if you're perfect 
 
 
 
 
Precious Illusions 
 
you'll rescue me right? in the exact same way they never did..
I'll be happy right? when your healing powers kick in

you'll complete me right? then my life can finally begin
I'll be worthy right? only when you realize the gem I am?

but this won't work now the way it once did
and I won't keep it up even though I would love to
once I know who I'm not then  I'll know who I am
but I know I won't keep on playing the victim

these precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was defenseless
and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends

this ring will me yet as will you knight in shining armor
this pill will help me yet as will these boys gone through like water

but this won't work as well as the way it once did
cuz I want to decide between survival and bliss
and though I know who I'm not I still don't know who I am
but I know I won't keep on playing the victim

these precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was a kid
and parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend

I've spent so long firmly looking outside me
I've spent so much time living in survival mode