Modern Baseball is Never Getting Back Together and You Have To Accept That

Erase my

Insides

With cheap wine and ashes

From that ashtray you thrifted

Find me

Buried

I'm a garden way up north

Hopefully you'll use the dirt

To grow

And to live

Happily

Finally

Growing

We're changing

Believing something bigger than us

Will actually come from this

Reading

Sight seeing

Look up I'm begging you not to miss

The sun ignites the clouds and they

Explode

And they'll die

Happily

Finally

Explode

And we'll die

Happily

Finally