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

No car accidents, plane crashing

No six o’clock news

Just me and my too-far-away TV

«Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Bob, can you hear me?

Sorry, but it looks like we lost reception.»

Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-beating

Whoa, rethinking all my days

Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-screaming

Take them away, oh, just take them away today

Wait a minute, 'cause I’ve been living

More like a fucking king without you

And I’ve been spending all your past killings

On a bunch of shit that I won’t use

Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-beating

Whoa, rethinking all my days

Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-screaming

Take them away, oh, just take them away today

Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-beating

Whoa, rethinking all my days

Whoa, tragedy’s got my heart a-screaming

Take them away, oh, just take them away today