Go Yankees

I sing some songs on the way
Arrive a little late and pray
They're all tired of shaking hands
The pool's dried up
Stickball bats are back with their bristles
No more empty endless cans

Sneak off to an empty street
From here they can't smell
Why I'm so quiet today

One push hits too hard
One joke goes too far
Just keep it in for mama's sake
Stick to updates from your latest tries
To prove the whole world wrong
And unenthusiastic calls of
"Go Yankees!"

I've been here a million times before
My aunt still shows me to the door
Says, "Enjoy your pee, God Bless!"
Through the window, Jen's in tears
I pretended to understand for years
For now, I wonder what liquor's left

Sneak into a bedroom
Steal a book and try to tell
Why we won't sit still today

The hour's getting late
Loaded heads and empty plates
So wrap this up, I'm begging, please
No more forced laughs, no more forced sighs
No more shaking hands with brittle men
Who look so tough
And break
So easily