Matchbox

Staring at my ceiling fan again

One more fucking night and I'll just quit

Cause I can hear you laughing

Passing time by reminiscing

Batting cages closed last season

Pointing fingers can't be healthy

Watching as it all so slowly passes by

Holding onto last goodbyes

Remembering the songs we sang in your car

Holding onto last July

Memories are all I've got

Everyone is full of shit but I'm not

Scraping up shattered glass

Found underneath the floorboard

I'll piece it together and stare at a fragment of aged thoughts

Of nights when we used to freeze our asses off

In childhood parks