Every Sunday we watch football together & while we yell at the plays I wonder, when are you gonna let me gain some yardage on you?
Every Sunday You yell, That fool could have scored! & while I look at you I say to myself Yes, you sure could have by now, but like that quarterback you move too slow I wonder, why are we still playing on separate teams when we like the same game?
You’re such a fool
If only you knew how badly I'd like to tackle you & convert these last 2 points by letting you hang Between my goal posts rush my endzone and make the best touchdown of your life
Tell me, Can we huddle? Can we discuss this repetitive play we keep pretending we aren't playing?