The Catcher's Balk

That's you

Stewing in the corner just

Crumblin' the styrofoam

That's you

Hanging from the ceiling

Look how close to the floor you've grown

And it'll burst the seams of our home

Just so the neighbors see you glow

That's me

Pouring all the fluids

On the ground so I can stick

It's a method

That I use when I've

Made my stomach sick

And it'll put me out of my sleep

Tired for all the people I wanna keep

Layers of alcohol smothered on the walls

Use it as fuel