Broken Cash Machine
MODERN BASEBALL · You're Gonna Miss It All 2014 · Track 02 of 12
Written by Modern Baseball
Home alone on friday night No better time for exercise And wishing you were still my girlfriend
Sweeping floors and folding napkins Praying something cool might happen The sun explodes, we die The world ends
Talking to my friends about stuff Nasty beer and plastic handcuffs Back when them and you and me Would share our space in harmony
Oh, why did I do that? Why does everything collapse? Even when it's glued together
Hey, why did I do that? I make everything collapse Even when it's glued together
Questioning my awkward footing Mixing bitter pills with chocolate pudding Hiding gifted fixtures
Trying to not say words out loud Wondering if I'm talking too loud
My eyes burning holes in your old pictures
Oh, why did I do that? Why does everything collapse? Even when it's glued together
Hey, why did I do that? I make everything collapse Even when it's glued together
Fuck you why did I do that? It's your fault I can't relax But nothing's changing while I'm sitting here With both hands glued together