Re-Done - Modern Baseball

She said, «Let's start from the top

Just rid of everything

Like the notes in your pockets, the texts you’re always locking

And if it’s all the same

Forget all of those lines

Where you mention my smile

You gotta lot of nerve complimenting me

Through choruses and rhyme

But I know how you get from time to time:

'We'll do this and that, travel the map'

And maybe just for a while

I thought you were my re-do

You thought you could change my name

I could tell by the look on your face

Whenever I would say-"

But that when I stopped

To listen or care

About anything other than a plan of attack

To get me back to where

You are my re-do

Or at least a pair of eyes

That would notice

When I couldn’t conjure words cause I thought about it too long

So I’ll leave the steady hands to Sean

'Cause we all know I lack

In the field of conversing correctly

Without shaking or getting queasy

Not letting my emotions get involved

And on a side note

You stole my heart

Like I stole your hometown lingo

With steady hands and strong

(Steady hands and strong)

But now we’re down to brass tacks

And we both know it

The odds are in my favor-

Though you won’t show it

You etched holes in my brain

Deep and like you

Always too out of reach

To see it clearly

You sank words into my veins

Deep and like you

Too excited to get them out fully

I know I’m bad with expectations

The ones too large for any moment but I

I can promise expectations grounded for this time around

Let’s be the last to leave tonight

'Cause I need time to find the courage

To speak my mind, to speak my mind

Just hear me out, oh, just this time

They don’t think we can make this last

But we got eyes that see past these nights

And we got calloused hands

But these arms aren’t tired

At least not yet

They just think we are young with broken hearts

Stomping around every day

So let’s stomp around breaking

Young at heart all the way