Note To Self

Modern Baseball

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    Holt's above my hideout
    I dug this hole beneath the floorboards
    Buzzing bad and locked in
    Try to not recall

    Counting numbered days from the wheel we cried to clutch
    Looking for some inspired land
    But all I found were empty cans and cigarette butts

    Lining dirty parking lots in Ottawa
    (Glazed eyes, trying to rub away at the sketches of the)
    Daytime. When every second of sun's the same
    What's the point of staying awake?

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    Your hands are out and I see
    You're asking me for a vowel but I am weak and I am stubborn
    So I'll say: this is all I have right now

    But I want to make something good
    I want to make something better
    Something that cannot leave the ground
    Unless we lift it up together

    Where I want to be still seems a thousand miles away
    But pretending we feel safe right here gets harder every day
    It's a note to self mislaid
    You ate the words you always used to say
    There will be no more fucking around today

    Drunk and worthless, spewing bullshit all across the stage
    Wake up and we find new hiding places
    Trying desperately to escape
    The glare from our stupid, spineless
    (I don't believe you, you're all the same)
    Words just whining, every fucking day
    What do I really want to say?

    Where I want to be still seems a thousand miles away
    But pretending we feel safe right here gets harder every day
    It's a note to self mislaid
    You ate the words you always used to say
    There will be no more fucking around today

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    Composición: Jacob Ewald

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