Everyday - Modern Baseball

You hold my hand

You hold your liquor

Projection screen

Hot scene sticks flicker

You gave me a tiny taste

Of your truth

I was starved and you were full

I drove back home

When you got sicker

Disputing claims that you still held the TV clicker

And his face was flushed still in my mind

The way you asked if she was fine

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You need to hide

It's in your framework

Look me in the eyes and act like I don't know how shame works

Your compass spins in reverse

The trees do timelapse speak of

The sky is lost behind a sea of rain

She's acting like she knows what's up

She's trip tripping that devotion stuff

Breaking record Bren won't pop

She said she's sipping from the holy cup

Waking up

Everyday is all about doing things you don't want to do

But you're rewarded

You get to wake up