Everyday - Modern Baseball

You hold my hand

You hold your liquor

Projection screen

Had ceased its flicker

You gave me tiny tastes

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

Anna’s face was flushed

It’s still in my mind

The waiter asked

If she was high

Oooooooooooooooo

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 time-lapse​ speed growth

Your sky is lost behind

A sea of green

She’s acting like she knows what’s up

She’s dripping that devotion stuff

Breaking like her bread won’t puff

She’s sipping, sipping from the holy cup

Waking up every day is all about

Doing things you don’t want to do

But your reward is: you get to wake up