Ballgame

A good man doesn't drink

And I've been drinking alone

So what does that make me?

My hands they always shake

And 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

So tell me what hasn't

I'll try it

Because I'm selfish enough to wanna 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 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

There's a clamp around my chest

That tightens every time I lapse into

Another sorry story

About my miserable collapse

A bronze 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'll be waving

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

He's a Marine and he told me

And that 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

or pray that he comes back for his mother's sake",

and then I'll drink those thoughts away

I've gotten good at that

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 ballgame