Bad ideas are ripe for the picking You've got a rash From the wound you've been licking Your armor's torn So you wear a frown on the bathroom floor Where you're safe and sound It feels just like home When you sink like a stone But you breath just for show And they wish you good luck on your trip But little did they know That you smile and you wave With an anchor still tied to your toe The time's never right 'Cause the clock won't quit ticking You've got a scar from the scab you keep picking Your mask slips off when you hit the bar Now the monsters know who you really are It feels just like home When you sink like a stone But you breath just for show And they wish you good luck on your trip But little did they know That you smile and you wave With an anchor still tied to your toe I used to be so tough I never caused a scene When I was a holy fool But now I know too much Still somehow not enough And something's missing And something's missing And it feels just like home When you sink like a stone But you breath just for show And they wish you good luck on your trip But little did they know That you smile and you wave With an anchor still tied to your toe