Sports

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1.
Re-do 02:11
I wanna start from the top, maybe like a do-over replace the voices in my head with blind innocence I wanna complete re-do, maybe change my name Report the loses grab the claim, it’s a shame it's such a shame We’re pissing away our time cause we’re pissing away these beers No monumental moment ever came from saying “Come on dude, just take one more shot” Try to, try to forget, that your bones will dismantle And the dreams you had they’ll collide with time Your unrequited love for life will surely…. Halt that I’m thinking way too much at night Maybe I could just move away or go extinct like triceratops But I love loving: watching movies, sitting back and also breathing My family and friends would be crushed, but is it enough (no,it's not enough) The "future freaks me out" but I guess I could just Curl up in a ball and think I won’t be breaking any barriers So I’ll keep thinking the "future freaks me out" I won’t judge you if you think the same So let’s keep thinking: “well the future, the future freaks us out!”
2.
When I was just a boy, we'll call it 15 or so, I found myself annoyed by a syndrome of sorts in my bones That girl who's next to me, she found herself bored to tears She realized that if she wanted conversation, she's out of luck for three more years When I moved away from home, 100 miles or so, I knew a change had grown inside my awkwardly long limbs and bones That girl who's next to me, she's friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty, But all she has to say is a meat head-themed monologue on why Brad ran away She said, "All I can hope for is for me to get better, because all I can take is no more. I'll win him back again, we'll be lovers, best friends. He won't need no other woman like he did way back when he was with me. He needed more than me I'm friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty, But he needed more than me." When I felt that I should leave, we'll call it midnight or so, I found myself annoyed by a syndrome of sorts in her bones That girl who's next to me, she don't know her worth in this town, because her face starts to shine when that meat head behind me Is grinning as he's checking her out I said, "All I can hope for is for you to get better, Because all I can take is no more. I'll hide where I can, away from you and your friends, leaking tears over beers once again."
3.
The Weekend 03:30
Though I seem cool, calm and collected Making my way to Hipster with Glasses Was a little more than just nerve wrackin' Kinda’ just counted on her to turn me into goo Praise Whatever it ended with a smile Cause for a bit, a tad, a little while I expected you two, to save the day with sly remarks Like "he's so cute" and "whatever you want"s Though the white jacket didn't fit The friends I came with did, perfectly Snugged right to my body Like sad movies and late night drinks Could’ve guessed by the end of the hour There was more than just a little smile on my face Covered in custard and cookies and cream, pissed off I had to leave But all has to end. You got a smile that could light this town and we might need it Cause it gets dark around here, real dark around here Most of my old friends I can only stand for the weekend But that doesn't apply here, doesn't apply here The day started with a bloody drip And a taste on my lips that was a lot less than desired Awkward moments to the side Not all expiring fast A tank top that didn't cover a thing And a zipped down hoodie, zipped to the bottom Had us laughing every time No matter how many chest hairs there were in sight You got a smile that could light this town and we might need it Cause it gets dark around here, real dark around here Most of my old friends I can only stand for the weekend But that doesn't apply here, doesn't apply here
4.
@chl03k 01:40
I’d rather spend my evening Talking to Chloe on Twitter Than having you come over So it’ll be like old times ButI know that you don’t give a fuck Cause you're knee deep in your iPhone But Now that you saw my tweets You know that I’m home Buried in my cell phone Tryna’ get a hold of someone new Instead of hanging out with you And your high school stories But you sure know how to get right to me With all those Facebook statuses About relationships and such Poor grammar is a must But I trust that you can do it But I couldn’t give a fuck Whether you give a fuck or not Rip my eye sockets out Make me regret ever going out But I know I’ll make it out of here alive As long as I don’t watch your life Unfold before my very eyes You told this high school story One too many times for me You know I’d rather I’d rather spend my evening Talking to Chloe on Twitter Than having to look you right in your eyes
5.
I spent all of Christmas Eve fake angry at you for Who knows what or then and you spoke so fast I just sat back relaxed and took you all in I spent all of Christmas Eve trying to get warmer After standing outside for hours knowing at this point I’d be lucky to get any sleep And I’ll toss and turn until the early morning Happily ignoring that my blue jeans Didn’t do a fucking thing for me Against this cold Sober or not, I locked everything you sent me Cause what’s better than seeing What I’m missing daily I guess what I’m trying to say is that You might run but I won’t hide Shed an ounce of light On my half-hopeless life Don’t let me go back And though I’d like to say more I guess, I’ll just duck in cover Almost praying that you trip over The cluster of words I laid out before having to leave But since you’ve taken the time to read so carefully Everything I’ve ever sent I guess I’ll spend the few lines Hoping and wishing Yet thanking appropriately You might run but I won’t hide Shed an ounce of light On my half-hopeless life Don’t let me go back To Erin: Please read later Cause I don’t think I have the heart To let you read this now But if I had the heart You know that I know better This isn’t how you say aloud “Don’t let me go back”
6.
I saw you from the bottom of the stairs before you knew I was coming And though nervous and scared, I lingered on I heard most things break by the ends of these types of nights So ill force upon every word I’ve brushed up on Since knowing we wont speak like this again You gotta’ certain who knows what about you And I gotta’ small amount of time To figure out what it is exactly and to whom does it apply, But I know for a fact that these are broken nights, Covered in bottles with the stench of a loss of life, And I know that it's quite heartbreaking we wont speak like this again.
7.
Re-done 04:32
She said " Lets start from the top just rid of everything Like: the notes in your pockets the text you're always locking And if it's all the same; forget all of those lines where you mention my smile. You gotta’ lot of nerve complimenting me through choruses and rhyme But I know how you get from time to time: ‘We'll do this and that, travel the map’ And maybe just for a while I thought you were my re-do You thought you could change my name. I could tell by the look on your face whenever I would say..." But that when I stopped to listen or care About anything other than a plan of attack to get me back to where You are my re-do or at least a pair of eyes that would notice When I couldn't conjure words cause I thought about it too long, So ill leave the steady hands to Sean cause we all know I lack In the field of conversing correctly Without shaking or getting queasy Not letting my emotions get involved. And on a side note: You stole my heart my like I stole your hometown lingo With steady hands and strong But now we're down to brass tacks And we both know it The odds are in my favor Though you won't show it You etched holes in my brain Deep and like you always too out of reach to see clearly You sank words into my veins Deep and like you too excited to get them out fully I know I'm bad with expectations The ones too large for any moment but I I can promise expectations grounded for this time around. Let's be the last to leave tonight Cause I need time to find the courage To speak my mind, to speak my mind Just hear me out oh just this time. They don’t think we can make this last But we got eyes that see past these nights And we got callused hands But these arms aren’t tried At least not yet They just think we are young with broken hearts Stomping around everyday So lets stomp around breaking Young at heart all the way
8.
Cooke 03:45
I’m circling the drain with all my problems in hand Well I gotta’ pretty good hand I’d say But these new caskets crack the same The first few stones are the worst They fall in unnoticed And scare you for more than they’re worth And all at once you will not hear your own words Closet weather at best and you’re a victim You say we’re all in the basket But it’s so fun To remind us over and over again Time’s a wasting so now I must be leaving I’m crawling outside In the same way that I creeped in And the rain falls down and it’s heavy on my eye lids Pulled to the ground down the fucking drain Maybe it’s just my luck But I got a spotless record Maybe it’s harder to stay And we got it all wrong from the start Maybe it’s all in the cards Or just an excuse for playing Maybe it’s all in our hearts Maybe I don’t know what I’m saying I’m circling the drain But I’m picking these bones up Cause man, they don’t live there today And I don’t want to hear the fibers crack Cause God knows I’d rather die than be dying It’s not a cliché ,no sir it is a logical preference Because the way things were this year Makes me think how good it all could be and how well it could end Maybe it’s just my luck But I got a spotless record Maybe it’s harder to stay And we got it all wrong from the start Maybe it’s all in the cards Or just an excuse for playing Maybe it’s all in our hearts Maybe I don’t know what I’m saying
9.
I reckon you grew up in a town that said “reckon” all the time All your time so vile yet concrete And I heard little rumors here and there Little peeps that you may never leave Well here goes nothing I mean everything Finger crossed every morning After a night of no sleep wondering if it will ever be me But, I guess I’m doing just fine Texting you “sup”s and “heyy”s With a smile or winky face hoping to get the same But I won’t fucking wait for you to stop lingering You’ve got to clingy to this town To this town that you supposedly hate And though it kills me to say If you get stuck then I’m just gonna’ leave See ya, Sucker On the corner of Canal and Broadway Where that huge signs says love me Shrouded in graffiti and the stench of weed My heart just started screaming “What if she just never leaves” If you get stuck I’m just gonna’ go on without you Yeah, it’s shredding me in half But I’m not gonna’ lose you And me too And I reckon you grew up in a town that said “reckon” all the time But what gives you the right to wreck everything
10.
Look Out 00:55
Look out I’m on a search for self destruction Crawling over the great plains of my cell phone contacts Just to, find a pretty girl to take home late at night To hold my sweaty palms and stuff Heads up because I’m always moving forward And if sometimes I get scared I know that I can towards you Back of the pack but not back of my mind And that’s the worst part knowing I gotta’ find someone new Yeah, I said that I’m always moving forward But my head’s really on a swivel Searching for the tracks I made when I left you And though it sounds like I lost what I got What I’m really trying to say is I’m gonna’ get back what I lost So you better tell your fucking heart to look out
11.
Play Ball! 02:15
These words were thrown together When I still had my faith in hand Kept it in my back pocket With the change I had to spare Swim through the skies when it’s night Let the stars be my sea breeze I love when the record echoes Reminds me of the trees But I shouldn’t have to say this to you No, You know how to live life This compilation of sayings and tunes Means everything to me now I cut me open But you did all the pouring out I’ve discovered more and more Of this world that I’ve been calling mine I don’t care what it takes Blood, sweat or all my time because I shouldn’t have to say this to you No you, know how to live life And I shouldn’t have to sing all these tunes No, you make me feel alive I’m not one to point fingers But you got me in a bind Ripping through all our nights All choruses aside Swim through the skies when it’s night Let the stars be my sea breeze I love when the record echoes
12.
Coals 02:11
Dead dreams and debauchery scenes I spent the last 3 bucks On the last thing that I’ll need There’s no way that I’ll end in the black for this term Guess I got a lot to learn Eight hours on the top of a bus Just to find out in the end I will never stop fallin’ in love I’m alright and I’m always getting better Let the fire burn low cause we like it that We let the ash flow down Our throats so stout but we don’t mind the burn We will never ever let it go out Open doors and sweat soaked floors You find it hard to miss your family When everyday you’re part of one more Just slow down, baby take it all in And I promise you will never be angry again after this Kicked out of the liquor store But we’re not the type of guys to fall asleep on the floor anyway “You wanna join me for dinner?" Man I got so much to do, But never once did I expect it not to tear me in two I’m alright and I’m always getting better Let the fire burn high cause we like it that We let the ash flow down Our throats so stout but we don’t mind the burn We will never ever let it go out

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released November 27, 2012

Written by Modern Baseball
Engineered and produced by Ian Farmer and Modern Baseball
Mixed by Ralph Nicastro
Mastered by Zakk Cervini

Additional Vocals on "I Think You Were In My Profile Picture Once"
& "Play Ball!" by Adrianne Gold

Upright Bass on "@chl03k" by Corey Rader

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