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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