Note To Self-Modern Baseball

[00:14.26]Holt’s above my hideout [00:16.74]I dug this hole beneath the floorboards [00:21.31]Buzzing bad and locked in [00:24.14]Try to not recall [00:28.45]Counting numbered days from the wheel we cried to clutch [00:34.55]Looking for some inspired land [00:38.26]But all I found were empty cans and cigarette butts [00:43.98]Lining dirty parking lots in Ottawa [00:46.27]Glazed eyes, trying to rub away at the sketches of the Daytime. [00:49.80]When every second of sun’s the same, [00:54.01]Whats the point of staying awake? [01:11.08]Your hands are out and I see [01:14.31]You’re asking me for a vowel but I am weak and I am stubborn [01:20.15]So I say “This is all I have right now” [01:24.57]But I want to make something good [01:28.30]I want to make something better [01:31.75]Something that cannot leave the ground [01:34.80]Unless we lift it up together [01:39.41]Where I want to be still seems a thousand miles away [01:46.06]But pretending we feel safe right here gets harder every day [01:53.16]It’s a note to self mislaid [01:56.57]You ate the words you always used to say [02:02.16]There will be no more ******* around today [02:22.35]Drunk and worthless, spewing ******** all across the stage [02:33.68]Wake up and we find new hiding places [02:41.31]Trying desperately to escape [02:42.06](I don’t believe you, you’re all the same) [02:46.59]The glare from our stupid, spineless [02:54.28]Words just whining, every ******* day [03:05.15]What do I really want to say?