It's Cold Out Here - Modern Baseball

Don’t call me now, I am in bed

I’ve sacrificed all chances for street-cred

As a result of sticking near

The same bed time for 13 years

But you know this I’ve said it before

There’s lots of things I’ve said before

Lots of things you kind of ignored

And brushed it off, you always brushed it off

Pacing down the hallway stairs

Mental notes of quick repairs

To gaps in my story for tomorrow morning

Of why I was up at this hour

(you owe me)

When I have children of my own

And when they have children of their own

I’ll spit and spew of my dumb ass high school endeavors

With prideful tone (I wish they were so much better)

But when my freezing lower limbs approach that sly grinning little shit

I knew the truth in every vowel sound that I had admitted just two nights before

Goodbye was not an option

It’s clear to you but to no one was it clearer than to me

Since day one I’ve been locked in

I’m not fucking hanging up

I told you I loved you just outside your mom’s place

You laughed then you felt bad as we sat there red-faced

I felt like a bitch so I told you to get out

But I guess Bren was right, babe cause' who’s laughing now?