Would you get a load of this so-called age of innocence?
What a load of shit - all day long we take our chances
You live your life staking out your moral fortress
Never looking out to see the mess you left behind

I'm not saying I'm confident but I'm getting pretty good at this
And it's a bitter pill; if you can't swallow it I will

We are all stars on our report card
We are all stars on our report card

No one's dead, no one's gone - their breath is what we're breathing
The way they thought and the way they were
Shape we formulate our schemas
Make these promises they're little off hand comments
But your kids will hear them - think they're real
Now they're let down again

Well you took a stab, you took a first pass
You bet your ass there's a learning curve
You better get comfortable; it's going to happen over and over but

We are all stars on our report card
We are all stars on our report card

When you read the pattern stamped on years it's clear
The fractures, mirror, everything I swore I'd never
I've been comfortable just tucked away in my circular process
And if you want me to I'll straighten it right out for you

I do my damnedest - do my best - it might not be a lot but I do
What I can - and remember primum non nocere

We are all stars on our report card
We are all stars on our report card