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Note To Self Modern Baseball

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

Hiding Modern Baseball

Take the train to Frankford I won't answer when they call I guess that's just my gift to myself Drank a lot and danced to The Cure Holding on for dear life To the frayed edge of a feeling we misplaced

Fine, Great Modern Baseball

I hate worrying about the future Cause all my current problems are based around the past And I hate when you call me late at night Just to check in to make sure I got nothing to be sad about But it's alright

Apple Cider, I Don't Mind Modern Baseball

Did you ever love me Biopsy from the origin of sound Confirms you're speaking truthfully Concludes everything I thought about Is this past or present I can't seem to make it all out What's truths betrayal

Just Another Face Modern Baseball

I'm a waste of time and space Meandering unwanted days I don't know how I got here Entering a well known phase I scream get lost I hate everything I can't say how I got here Still I can feel the need to

Going To Bed Now Modern Baseball

What do you give someone Who's already got one of everything you thought would be the perfect Accoutrement to their unnerving temperament Attention What could a lowly peasant being like myself Offer a

Rock Bottom Modern Baseball

soon I'll be bailing Then you, you ask if I gotta leave And I wish that I could say no My head is on the verge of exploding No amount of aspirin or pizza could help this from hurting And now I'm turning to

Holy Ghost Modern Baseball

He's been haunting my dreams at night I've been bleeding from tripping in the dark Trying to turn on the light Trying to turn on the light He's been haunting my dreams alright I've been hollering at him

The Old Gospel Choir Modern Baseball

There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front But I had no bucks to get here lies they ran out of luck On the back of it Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, just a prick

Coding These To Lukens Modern Baseball

It's not just what you say Or how you've come so far The words that you repeat When time tears us apart That smug look on your face When you have something to hide Or at least that's what I think Maybe

Wedding Singer Modern Baseball

Find it hard to believe tonight In a curiously well kept house built before I was born This year we're gonna stamp out the sorry feeling Rain on summer vacation five blocks from Tasker Morris Station Fucked

Breathing In Stereo Modern Baseball

I can't help thinking about you this whole ride home From Alberta, Portland to wherever I'll soon unfold Into oblivion or somewhere between here and fact Forever waiting for you Ever aching cause I'm Longing

What If... Modern Baseball

When I was younger I thought of caring As a reason for some to praise me, in envy So humble and kind No better person Now that I'm older I've seen what I've been Ruthless, ungrateful, always trying to

Everyday Modern Baseball

You hold my hand You hold your liquor Projection screen Had ceased its flicker You gave me time to take Of your truth I was starved and you were full I drove back home I drove back home, when you got sicker

Timmy Bowers Modern Baseball

Wait a minute cause I've been living more like a piece of shit without you and I've been spending all your past killings trying to drink my way out of this groove Wait a minute cause I've been living more

Two Good Things Modern Baseball

Trying hard not to look like I'm trying that hard Failing miserably at everything, including that Making plans in my head right before I go to sleep Trying to think of who could make a better me than me

Apartment Modern Baseball

The first time I saw you was in your apartment I had followed my friends single file through the darkness I looked your direction for excessive inspection And I could not muster the courage to say a single

Mass Modern Baseball

He hands off a novel of novice citations outside the service station The glue sets beneath our heels My baby's in Massachusetts And all this booze is useless Sunset sing my scratched out sighing soul to

Broken Cash Machine Modern Baseball

friday night No better time for exercise And wishing you were still my girlfriend Sweeping floors and folding napkins Praying something cool might happen The sun explodes, we die The world ends Talking to

Your Graduation Modern Baseball

you everyday Sometimes for hours, sometimes in passing Saw you from the bottom of the staircase Stood out for hours as you complained About how you haven’t seen your friends yet That you’re too drunk to

Charlie Black Modern Baseball

I'm pretty good at feeling sorry for myself Making up fake lives but nothing like, tangible Daydreaming while watching the TV Intricate combos by myself to fall asleep But alas, none of them come true

Pothole Modern Baseball

home And the mops of greasy hair Will romanticize my despair But they won't know That I didn't care I like the silence I like the empty streets Crawl down 'em on hands and knees in a heartbeat If I had to

Notes Modern Baseball

Dear long, dark hair I write cause I know you'll forget You could be Seeing green in a wastebasket tomorrow No repulsion toward my premature indulgences If you can't recall a word I said And I like th...

Note To Self From First To Last

Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be. I wanted to be the breath of fresh air, When everything smelled so insincere.

Note To Self The Divine Comedy

There is nothing as frightening as being alone Friday Restate my assumptions The writer writes for himself Not for you Saturday Restate my assumptions A song is not a song Until it's listened to

Note To Self Simian Ghost

Note To Self - Simian Ghost / no lyrics

Note To Self Jake Bugg

Girl youve been forgetting Just how special you really are And I try to remind you Sometimes I cant find you But the truth is in your heart So write a note to yourself Girl dont beat yourself up

Note 2 Self Twiztid

[Madrox] You know that you can't buy your way into heaven All those things that you say With no feelings are you pretending to be When you try to be like them becoming less of you somehow And all the while

Baseball 주니토니

To reach the clouds! Home run! Let’s all shout out loud! Go! Go! Shout it out! Base hit! Swing! Swing! To reach the clouds! Home run! We’ll win without a doubt! Hit the ball and run fast.

Baseball Michael Franks

I hear him yell, "strike", and it's a good call It's so hard to keep my eyes on the ball (chorus) On the baseball Love is just like baseball All it is is baseball Love is just