from
Self...ish,
released February 7, 2016
Keep your eye on first base and an eye out for scouts
We never cared for the truth of the account
You’ve been working on your slider ever since you started shaving
Every evening and every pitch I’d received left my hand stinging playing catch on the lawn
Running down wild pitches, that’s how you say love when you’re a brother
I can see you,
you were taking the mound
you were beating them one by one
3 up and 3 more down
They never get to earn a run
Bobby says, “the boy will break your heart, just like the 93’ Braves”
You can find me asleep in the outfield
Every evening and afternoon all summer
The heat bears down on that little TV room
You drift in and out to the sound of the count and the box score
The sound of that TV reminds me of home
But, I don’t have time for those games anymore
Still when we get together there is the hope and disappointment of the season
I can see you,
you were taking the mound
you were beating them one by one
3 up and 3 more down