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 word

For a while we were playing this game that your friends bought

But everyone cheated and no one could spell

You didn’t say much of anything

I must have come off annoying, cause you went to bed

I walk home with my eyes low

Dreaming up conversations we’ll have tomorrow

Your loose ends, my new friends

All the classes in high school we fell asleep in

But now I can hardly close my eyes

The next time I saw you was in your apartment

Oh, why do I keep ending up here on starlit evenings?

I should be home sleeping

But this time you sat next to me on the couch

(Dude, nice!)

I stare out the window

Hands glued tight and sore

Praying to God-knows-what

That you would sever what’s stuck

With something shiny from the kitchen drawer

I walk home with my eyes low

Dreaming up conversations we’ll have tomorrow

Your loose ends, my new friends

All the classes in high school we fell asleep in

But now I can hardly close my eyes

I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to hang out tonight

We could make dinner or something