Baseball

Ain’t no such thing as everybody wins
Want it to be cool to lose
Instead of what it really is

So I can afford to lose a little more hair
So I can be some blank space along a baseline

I sip smoke scratch sweat and wait
Any real thing I do I do alone
A face in the crowd is fine for someone like me who don’t really wanna be seen

There are faces I avoid
There’s a shadow falling on the field
The sky’s a warmer color right before it disappears

The light’s come on
There’s an echo
I’m standing here
At absolute zero
There’s nowhere I’ve got to be
I’m heading home