When I got knocked out (well I guess I got knocked out?)

You were the first one there, you held my hand

Look it's not like I'm from a broken home

(Though the pieces didn't always fit together)

I'm just saying I wasn't gonna join the army, or anything like that you didn't even play me that much

Which meant you respected me enough not to lie to me

We all knew I wouldn't go pro

But this team got me through college, this team helped me to grow or you did, coach

Sportsmanship, work ethic, trust

It's hard for a man to pick up in this world of fucking capital

You either run the machine or get caught in the gears

There's no in-between, no, no in-between

But I have to back up first base

I have to move the runner

I have to hit the cutoff man

Tasks and nods and pats on the back that's what took care of me, man

So thank you coach

For shooting the shit

For agreeing with me that my roommate was being a dick

Don't think I'd ever have figured this out for myself

Or, not well anyways

You know simple stuff like

How to have friends, take care of myself, and exist

Gonna keep trying to find my team

Gonna keep trying to build a healthy routine

I'm gonna keep trying