Wedding Singer - Modern Baseball

Find it hard to believe tonight

In a curiously well-kept house built before I was born

This year we’re gonna stamp out the sorry feeling

Rain on summer vacation five blocks from Tasker-Morris Station

Fucked for the ride home if I can’t find two bills to rub together before

Midnight rolls around

I thought you heard me sing your spirit’s sound

But you turned in early

Left the TV flickering its staged romance across your face

Said goodbye from the front porch

I always wonder if you’re smiling at us or if you’re looking away

I’d ask, but either way I feel sorry for you

Locked your love in a screenshot

They all work that way but I’ve been wishing I could say that I don’t

The selfish side likes to think my execution’s more

Of an honest one, these artists all cut cloth with underscored conviction

Blacked out, friction flies me back to Baltimore to wait for you

But I’m stuck here too

Until midnight rolls around

I thought you heard me sing your spirit’s sound

But you turned in early

Left the TV flickering its staged romance across your face