How a Baseball Player Breaks Up
Yeah, I quit, so what?
Our team was terrible, it sucked
You could tell from the first games
That weren’t on the same page
I was hitting the ball, getting triples
You don’t even know how to hit, something that’s so simple!
I was on a 6 strikeout streak
While you were trying to figure out your cleats
You were hanging out with your friends so much it seemed
Maybe you were starting to bat for the other team
I put you first, you put me last in the line up
No matter how much I did, it still wasn’t enough
Now you’re acting like this isn’t real
Like this is all coming out of left field
Now, playing with my heart, you were good at that
In fact it was probably the thing you were best at
I’m sorry. There’s no easy way to say this
But maybe you need to hit the cages…
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