Kevin Devine - Ballgame Lyrics
A good man doesn't drinkAnd I've been drinking aloneSo what does that make me?My hands they always shakeAnd no one's calling my phoneSo what does that make me?And I know the kid with his guitarSo drunk and anxiousHas been done to deathSo tell me what hasn'tI'll try itBecause I'm selfish enough to wanna get betterBut I'm backwards enough not to take any steps to get thereAnd when you realize it's a patternAnd not a phaseIt's what you've become and it's what you will sayThat's ballgame'Cause I don't got room in my life for anyone elseAnd I've driven away all the people that could helpAnd I still don't even know what I need to do to fix myselfThere's a clamp around my chestThat tightens every time I lapse intoAnother sorry storyAbout my miserable collapseA bronze box I keep encased in glassAnd dust off whenever I want pityBecause I've had to come to grips with scope and figureHow my problems stack up in a world this close to ruin(Or maybe it's rapture)Well, either way, I realize that my shit's about as small as it could beBut that makes me feel worse for even feeling this bad in the first place'Cause there's a war starting soon, and all the flags'll be wavingAnd Daniel's 20-year-old friend will be ready, and willing, and waitingHe's a Marine and he told meAnd that makes me sadReally, really *****ing sadBut at least he'll actI'll just bite my tongue and then tell Daniel to wish him luckAnd pray that he comes backFor his mother's sake, and then I'll drink those thoughts awayI've gotten good at thatAnd when you realize it's a patternAnd not a phaseIt's what you've become and it's what you will stayThat's ballgameRemember this in the morning
