Backyard Baseball - Mikey Thomas

Slow drift out of view
Wilted history for me and you
Making breakfast on your own
Prefab pleasures surround your home
It's no way to spend an afternoon

But all I want to do
Is be back next to you
Reciting things we knew
On and on and through

Been a while
Staring down those empty miles
Undress sunsets on the roof
And should I mind
Wasting all my sentient time
Watching flowers fail to bloom

When all I want to do
Is be back next to you
Reciting things we knew
On and on and through
And it's not clear to me
If this is where I'm supposed to be
Hung up on the mystery
Wading through a rising sea

Fell off my bike trying to sidle on
Billy Joel song in the distance when I'm all alone
Doing laps around the island, getting loud and bored
Taking decades between decisions, future and foregone

Written by:
Colin Rolfe, Jesse Rolfe

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