Modern Baseball - Notes Lyrics
Dear "long, dark hair",I write cause I know you'll forgetYou could be sea-green in a waste basket tomorrowNo repulsions forMy premature indulgencesIf you cant recall a word I saidNot like those cheek bones,That crooked noseNo, those fellas stick around too longPerpetuate in every pathetic wordThat I askew into songShe was my trophy shelf of slip-upsMy untamed, hormonal, acne shit showOn late night rotation for months on endA brick-boot swimming lessonIn the deep end of my adolescenceScrawling notes on the backs of my handsBut I'll start fresh with youExtracting the rusted attachmentsKeeping the die-hard nuts, bolts and screwsWe'll go from square one with the wit of an old proAnd you can fill in the gaps with whatever you knowMy "long, dark hair"