Ballgame

A good man doesn't drink

And I've been drinking alone

So what does that make me?

My hands, they always shake

When no one's calling my phone

So what does that make me?

And I know the kid with his guitar

So drunk and anxious has been done to death

But tell me what hasn't, I'll try it

Because I'm selfish enough to want to get better

But I'm backwards enough not to take any steps to get there

And when you realize it's a pattern and not a phase

It's what you've become and it's what you will stay

That's a ballgame

'Cause I don't got room in my life for anyone else

And I've driven away all the people that could help

And I still don't even know what I need to do to fix myself

And there's a clamp around my chest that tightens

Every time I lapse into another sorry story

About my miserable collapse and my box I keep encased in glass

And dust off whenever I want your pity

'Cause lately I've had to come to grips with scope and figure

How my problems stack up in a world two steps from ruin

Or maybe it's rapture

Well, either way I realize that my

Shit's about as small as it could be

But that makes me feel worse for even

Feeling this bad in the first place

'Cause there's a war starting soon

And all the flags will be waving

Daniel's 20-year-old friend will be ready and willing and waiting

He's all me and he told me

And it makes me sad, really really fucking sad

But at least he'll act

I'll just bite my tongue and then say

"Daniel, you wish him luck

I'll pray that he comes back

For his mother's sake"

And then I'll drink those thoughts away

I've gotten good at that

'Cause when you realize it's a pattern and not a phase

It's what you've become and it's what you will stay

That's a ballgame, oh oh

Yeah, when you realize it's a pattern and not a phase

It's what you've become and it's what you will stay

That's a ballgame

Yeah, when you realize it's a pattern and not a phase

It's what you've become and it's what you will stay

That's a ballgame