Note to Self Modern Baseball

[Verse 1: Jake Ewald]
Holt's above my hideout
I dug this hole beneath the floorboards
Buzzing bad and locked in
Try to not recall
Counting numbered days
From the wheel we cried to clutch
Looking for some inspired land
But all I found were empty cans and cigarette butts
Lining dirty parking lots in Ottawa
(Glazed eyes, trying to rub away at the sketches of the...)
Daytime
When every second of sun's the same
What's the point of staying awake?

[Verse 2: Jake Ewald]
Your hands are out, and I see
You're asking me for a vowel
But I am weak, and I am stubborn
So I'll say "This is all I have right now"
But I want to make something good
I want to make something better
Something that cannot leave the ground
Unless we lift it up together

[Chorus: Jake Ewald]
Where I want to be still seems a thousand miles away
But pretending we feel safe right here gets harder every day
It's a note to self, mislaid
You ain't the words you always used to say
There will be no more fucking around today