Casket - Modern Baseball

Though you might think you’re cute

It’s not so giggly, when you prance around acting like you’re a somebody

Growing up in this good for nothing town

Saying, «I'm gonna make, I’ll get out»

Well good luck, when all you’ll ever be

Is just a dreamer, stop convincing me

Otherwise, with actions you hold with dignity

Like dropping out of college cause it’s quote unquote

«Getting the best of me»

Free from the life that will be our demise

Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well

«I've got connections man»

I’ll search long, I’ll search long and hard for you

But you’ll just be at home

Face-first in a bowl and I’ll say

«Well, where did he go?»

Working back-room at Staples just for the extra money

Cause you already live off your parents and your friend’s weed

Living each day by some new decree

«Well if I just wait around things will surely come to me!»

Might as well just throw away your dreams and aspirations

Cause truth be told they won’t just fall in your lap

Now I’m not saying I want you out of my life

But I’ll go grab your coat and hat

Free from the life that will be our demise

Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well

«I've got connections man»

I’ll search long, I’ll search long and hard for you

But you’ll just be at home

Face-first in a bowl and I’ll say

«Well, where did he go?»

I’ve been tryna think of ways to say this without spraying it

But I can’t cause I’m up in your face

Talking to you

Searching around for answers and clues

Of why you have nothing to do

Free from the life that will be our demise

Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well

«I've got connections man»

I’ll search long, I’ll search long and hard for you

But you’ll just be at home

Face-first in a bowl and I’ll say

«Well, where did he go?»

Let the shotgun shells of your parents graduating class, light up your eyes

(Free from the life that will be our demise

Like searching around for some real occupation cause you say well

«I've got connections man»

I’ll search long, I’ll search long and hard for you

But you’ll just be at home

Face-first in a bowl and I’ll say

«Well, where did he go?»)

Now don’t call me cute

And don’t say I’m giggling

Cause I’m getting the fuck outta here, you’ll all see

I’m actually running around chasing my dreams

You won’t say, «Where did he go?»

about me