Backyard Baseball - Keisha Phillips
Cluttered sink
Will never fail to push you over the brink
Seven years left to survive
Endless sighs
Of curling smoke sting your bleary eyes
Pick the kids up at school in your beat up 4-wheel-drive
It's a quarter to five
As the painting dries
The details crystallize
All your life
Becoming steadily emulsified
Bathroom stall
A whispered conversation down the hall
Did she ever even care at all
It's your call
Powdered wigs
Suits and ties and professional things
Butterflies in your stomach, restless all your life
Have been settling
As the painting dries
The details crystallize
All your life
Becoming steadily emulsified
As the painting dries
The details have crystallized
It's a quarter past five
And the light is feeling so sublime
Yeah the light is feeling so sublime
Written by:
Colin Rolfe, Jesse Rolfe
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