Go Yankees

I sing some songs on the way Arrive a little late and pray They're all tired of shaking hands The pool's dried up Stickball bats are back with their bristles No more empty endless cans Sneak off to an empty street From here they can't smell Why I'm so quiet today One push hits too hard One joke goes too far Just keep it in for mama's sake Stick to updates from your latest tries To prove the whole world wrong And unenthusiastic calls of "Go Yankees!" I've been here a million times before My aunt still shows me to the door Says, "Enjoy your pee, God Bless!" Through the window, Jen's in tears I pretended to understand for years For now, I wonder what liquor's left Sneak into a bedroom Steal a book and try to tell Why we won't sit still today The hour's getting late Loaded heads and empty plates So wrap this up, I'm begging, please No more forced laughs, no more forced sighs No more shaking hands with brittle men Who look so tough And break So easily