Pothole  -  Modern  Baseball

The  fossils  of  my  footsteps  will  be  unearthed  at  a  far  off  date,  unknown

Impressed  in  concrete  from  walking  home  alone  after  walking  you  home

And  the  mops  of  greasy  hair  will  romanticize  my  despair

But  they  wont  know  that  I  didn't  care

I  like  the  silence,  I  like  the  empty  streets

Crawl  down  on  my  hands  and  knees  in  a  heartbeat  if  I  had  to

I  owe  'em  that  at  the  very  least

The  map  had  faded  out  but  I  could  have  sworn  I  noted  every  stride

I  guess  the  rain  hit  before  the  ink  had  dried

And  where  i  thought  id  be  was  not  what  I  perceived

Assessing  the  progress  from  beneath  your  sheets

That's  why  I  need  the  silence,  I  need  the  empty  streets

Just  as  bad  as  they  don't  need  me

Its  a  sick,  sad,  sham  of  a  marriage

But  its  all  there  is,  its  all  I  need

I  can  be  everything  you  need  if  you  make  me

I  can  be  every  crack  in  your  concrete  if  you  let  me  off  easy

I  can  be  easily  deceived  if  you  want  that

But  you  are  the  ember  of  my  heart,  whether  you  like  that  or  not