Modern Baseball - Going to Bed Now lyrics
[Modern Baseball - Going to Bed Now lyrics]
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 lowly peasant being like myself
Offer a perfect, pleasant saviour 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've found no escape route
But I know you well enough to hate you now
It's too bad 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
Malignance at best
And quick to address yourself
As anything other than what
We've learned to expect
The patron saint of "good Goddamn"
I'll kick myself to sleep
Before I shake that grimy, dirt-encrusted
Arrogant hand so please, leave my house
Who's already got one of everything
You thought would be the perfect accoutrement
To their unnerving temperament? Attention?
What could a lowly peasant being like myself
Offer a perfect, pleasant saviour 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've found no escape route
But I know you well enough to hate you now
It's too bad 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
Malignance at best
And quick to address yourself
As anything other than what
We've learned to expect
The patron saint of "good Goddamn"
I'll kick myself to sleep
Before I shake that grimy, dirt-encrusted
Arrogant hand so please, leave my house