Modern Baseball - Mass Re-Done lyrics
[Modern Baseball - Mass Re-Done lyrics]
Pulled over at midday
The joker's still wet behind the ears
You read off a novel of novice citations
Outside the service station
The glue sets beneath our heels
My baby's in Massachusetts
And all this booze is useless
Sunset singing our scratched-out
Sighing souls to sleep
And the cashier here is ruthless
Jeanette, I wrote your name down
But I'd hate that job as much as
You do if I was stuck between
Brunswick and Jefferson, too
Days like this, I miss listening to records
Making chili together
Dirt roads and dead-end streets
I tried sleeping at MJ without you last night
That didn't work at all
'cause I couldn't sleep
Sometimes, I wish it was still last summer
And you and I still lived
In fuckin' West Philly
And we weren't playing a show
In Nebraska, or Austin, texas
Asking the kids what they ate for breakfast
But here I am, Valero bathroom
Who's paid to keep these things cliché?
Bury me beneath New York State
It's the only place where I feel dead
My baby's in Massachusetts
And all this booze is useless
Sunset singing our scratched-out
Sighing souls to sleep
And the cashier here is ruthless
Jacob, I wrote your name down
But I'd hate this job as much as you
But now, we're stuck between
The joker's still wet behind the ears
You read off a novel of novice citations
Outside the service station
The glue sets beneath our heels
My baby's in Massachusetts
And all this booze is useless
Sunset singing our scratched-out
Sighing souls to sleep
And the cashier here is ruthless
Jeanette, I wrote your name down
But I'd hate that job as much as
You do if I was stuck between
Brunswick and Jefferson, too
Days like this, I miss listening to records
Making chili together
Dirt roads and dead-end streets
I tried sleeping at MJ without you last night
That didn't work at all
'cause I couldn't sleep
Sometimes, I wish it was still last summer
And you and I still lived
In fuckin' West Philly
And we weren't playing a show
In Nebraska, or Austin, texas
Asking the kids what they ate for breakfast
But here I am, Valero bathroom
Who's paid to keep these things cliché?
Bury me beneath New York State
It's the only place where I feel dead
My baby's in Massachusetts
And all this booze is useless
Sunset singing our scratched-out
Sighing souls to sleep
And the cashier here is ruthless
Jacob, I wrote your name down
But I'd hate this job as much as you
But now, we're stuck between