Modern Baseball - Apartment lyrics
[Modern Baseball - Apartment lyrics]
The first time I saw you
Was in your apartment
I had followed my friends
Single-file through the darkness
I looked your direction
For excessive inspection
And I could not muster the courage to
Say a single word to you
For a while we were playing this
Game that your friends bought
But everyone cheated and no one could spell
You didn't say much of anything
I must have come off annoying
'cause you went to bed
I'll walk home with my eyes low
Dreaming up conversations we'll have tomorrow
Your loose ends, my new friends
All the classes in high school
We fell asleep in
But now, I can hardly close my eyes
The next time I saw you was in your apartment
Oh, why do I keep ending
Up here on starlit evenings?
(I should be home sleeping) but this time
You sat next to me on the couch (Dude, nice)
I stare out the window
Hands glued tight and sore
Praying to God-knows-what that you
Would sever what's stuck
With something shiny from the kitchen drawer
I'll walk home with my eyes low
Dreaming up conversations we'll have tomorrow
Your loose ends, my new friends
All the classes in high school
We fell asleep in
But now, I can hardly close my eyes
I was wondering if, maybe
You wanted to hang out tonight
We could make dinner or something?
Was in your apartment
I had followed my friends
Single-file through the darkness
I looked your direction
For excessive inspection
And I could not muster the courage to
Say a single word to you
For a while we were playing this
Game that your friends bought
But everyone cheated and no one could spell
You didn't say much of anything
I must have come off annoying
'cause you went to bed
I'll walk home with my eyes low
Dreaming up conversations we'll have tomorrow
Your loose ends, my new friends
All the classes in high school
We fell asleep in
But now, I can hardly close my eyes
The next time I saw you was in your apartment
Oh, why do I keep ending
Up here on starlit evenings?
(I should be home sleeping) but this time
You sat next to me on the couch (Dude, nice)
I stare out the window
Hands glued tight and sore
Praying to God-knows-what that you
Would sever what's stuck
With something shiny from the kitchen drawer
I'll walk home with my eyes low
Dreaming up conversations we'll have tomorrow
Your loose ends, my new friends
All the classes in high school
We fell asleep in
But now, I can hardly close my eyes
I was wondering if, maybe
You wanted to hang out tonight
We could make dinner or something?