Going  To  Bed  Now  -  Modern  Baseball

What  do  you  give  someone  who's  already  got  one  of  everything

You  thought  would  be  the  perfect

Accoutrement  to  their  unnerving  temperament?

Attention?

What  could  a  lonely  peasant  being  like  myself

Offer  a  perfect,  pleasant  savior  of  humanity,

Redeemer  of  us  sickly-sinning  hillbillies?

Attention

Just  one  more  resounding  stab  at  all  the  others

You've  almost  blown  your  cover

But  your  tracks  don't  stick

One  more  bottle  should  do  the  trick

Discreetly  cleansing  the  remnants  of

Every  disdainful  quip

We  found  no  escape  route

But  I  know  you  well  enough  to  hate  you  now

It  seems  that  you  haven't  figured  that  out

What  do  you  call  someone  who  calls  you  out

On  diy  ethics  you  don't  embody

As  he  drains  his  dad  and  mommy's  monthly  data  plan?

An  asshole  with  an  iphone

I'll  admit  I'm  in  the  same  boat

Caught  between  my  adolescent  safety  net

And  where  the  world  wants  me  to  be

But  I'd  never  use  that  as  an  excuse

To  treat  my  friends  the  way  that  you  treat  me

Just  one  more  distorted  sad  attempt  at  humor

From  the  jagged  bleeding  tumor  in  our  throat

The  malignance  at  best,  and  quick  to  address  yourself  as

Anything  other  than  what  we've  learned  to  expect

The  patron  saints  of  good  god  damn

Ill  kick  myself  asleep  before  I'd  shake

That  grimy,  dirty,  russet  arrogant  hands

So  please  leave  my  house