The Professional Quitter

"Sometimes you have to walk off the field to finally find your way home."

I used to keep the stats like a holy script

Every yard, every trade, every script flipped

Sundays lost to a screen and a fantasy league

Chasing ghosts of a game while the hours passed

But football took my knee, left a scar for a souvenir

And basketball's a ghost that I seldom hear

I'm still the guy for a catch or a round of eighteen

But I'm done living life through a digital screen

If it's mindless, if it's pointless, if it doesn't serve the soul

Consider it dead-I'm taking back control

Yeah, call me a quitter, I'll take that name

I'm walking off the field, I'm done with the game

I'm quitting the noise, I'm quitting the "pour"

I'm not looking for the things that I was looking for before

It's not a white flag, it's a brand new start

I'm just clearing out the basement to make room for the heart

I'm a professional quitter, and I'm doing just fine

Trading useless data for a peace of mind

"Captain and Coke," didn't even say hello

Sit down for a dinner, let the poison flow

"It's already poured," yeah, that's what they'd say

Till my self-control just drifted away

Drinking my dinner till the morning was grey

Getting sick off a sip, wasting the day

Then I heard the truth in a "Beautifully Broken" song

Realized I'd been staying in the dark way too long

And thanks for the fuel, thanks for the fire

To the man who left, you're my greatest supplier

I'll call you "Dad" even if you didn't earn it

You gave me a bridge and I watched while I burned it

Kill 'em with kindness, then earn every cent

I don't need a handout, I know where I went

I'm self-motivated by the void that you left

I'm building a giant from the pieces of theft

Put me anywhere on the field, I still got the touch

But I don't need the pro-league to mean quite as much

I'm tuning in to the greats, the ones who survived

Learning how to be better, how to stay alive