I'll never find someone like you.

oh, i don't want to be everything
i just want to be (your) something

far, far, far away
lies a house
with a fireplace
and an old rickety rocking chair

even farther away
lies a mountain
and behind that mountain is a box
with a lock on it

in that box
lies a small, battered bag
and in that bag
is every piece of joy
which you stole from me.

I think I hate myself more than you could ever love me

cheer
cheer
cheer
the crowd needs another beer

              clack
              clack
              clack
              the ball smacked off the bat

                          noise
                          noise­
                          noise
                          the eyes are glued on those baseball boys

                                
                                    strike one
                                    strike two
                                    foul ball
                                    ball
                   ­                 strike three
                                    everyone is filled with glee

                                          
                    ­                         Except for the opposing team

butterflies and jitters
stutters and whispers

shaking and sweating
hesitating and forgetting