Coding These To Lukens

Coding These To Lukens - Modern Baseball

It's not just what you say

Or how you've come so far

The words that you repeat

When time tears us apart

That smug look on your face

When you have something to hide

Or at least that's what I think

Maybe I'm out of touch

You tell me if I'm wrong

But you know I'm alright

Spit fire

Spit blood

Spit fast

I'm heated

I'm sure this won't linger

More than it has to

Get out of my way

Steadfast

I'm fiending

I'm a certain kind of way

A certain kind of way tonight

I know it can't be in my head

It must be one of you who keep pulling me aside

To chit chat about me who I am what the deal is with

Who I was once