No Crying In Baseball

neither here nor there

i am out of control

these days i feign forgetful

but oh my memory teases

and i wake ashamed of my fantasy

when i dream of us

as two strains of bacteria

of a porch talk that lasts 1.5 billion years

are you not learning

have you not been listening

are you not learning

you have not been listening

i guess my tongue was softer then

but no one's trying

and i'm sick of it

there's no crying in baseball,

try to understand

their chapped lips begging me

over and over again