It’s Cold Out Here Modern Baseball

[Verse 1]
Don't call me now, I am in bed
I've sacrificed all chances for street-cred
As a result of sticking near
The same bedtime for thirteen years
But you know this, I've said it before
There's a lot of things I've said before
Lots of things you kind of ignored
And brushed it off, you always brushed it off

[Verse 2]
Pacing down the hallway stairs
Mental notes of quick repairs
To gaps in my story for tomorrow morning
Of why I was up at this hour (You owe me)
When I have children of my own and when they have children of their own
I'll spit and spew of my dumb ass high school endeavors
With prideful tone (I wish they were so much better)
But when my freezing lower limbs approach that sly grinning little shit
I knew the truth in every vowel sound that I had admitted just two nights before

[Bridge]
Goodbye was not an option
It's clear to you but to no one was it clearer than to me
Since day one, I've been locked in
I'm not fucking hanging up