Pothole (Demo) Modern Baseball

[Spoken Intro]
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Hehehe, fuck

[Verse 1]
The fossils of my footsteps will be unearthed
At a far off date unknown
Impressed in concrete from walking home alone
After walking you home
And the mops of greasy hair
Will romanticize my despair
But they won't know
That I didn't care
I like the silence
I like the empty streets
Crawl down, I'm on hands and knees in a heartbeat
If I had to
I owe 'em that at the very least

[Verse 2]
The map had faded out
But I could have sworn, I noted every stride
I guess the rain hit
Before the ink had dried
And where I thought I'd be
Was not what I perceived
Assessing the progress from beneath your sheets
That's why I need the silence
I need the empty streets
Just as bad as they don't need me
Its a sick, sad, sham of a marriage
But its all there is
It's all I need