Going To Bed Now (Explicit) - Modern Baseball

What do you give someone who's already got one of everything

You thought would be the perfect

Accoutrement to their unnerving temperament

Attention

What could a lonely peasant being like myself

Offer a perfect pleasant savior of humanity

Redeemer of us sickly-sinning hillbillies

Attention

Just one more resounding stab at all the others

You've almost blown your cover

But your tracks don't stick

One more bottle should do the trick

Discreetly cleansing the remnants of

Every disdainful quip

We found no escape route

But I know you well enough to hate you now

It seems that you haven't figured that out

What do you call someone who calls you out

On diy ethics you don't embody

As he drains his dad and mommy's monthly data plan

An asshole with an iphone

I'll admit I'm in the same boat

Caught between my adolescent safety net

And where the world wants me to be

But I'd never use that as an excuse

To treat my friends the way that you treat me

Just one more distorted sad attempt at humor

From the jagged bleeding tumor in our throat

The malignance at best and quick to address yourself as

Anything other than what we've learned to expect

The patron saints of good god damn

Ill kick myself asleep before I'd shake

That grimy dirty russet arrogant hands

So please leave my house