Distorted Reasons

Never was an athlete
Wasn't all that good
Didn't wanna try hard
And the point I'd never understood

Swing at the first pitch and it's
Nothing more than just a base hit
I'm running circles around you
I'm breaking drywall after
Another fucking phone call
The end of the season from my
Distorted reasons

You weren't all that cool back
In my day, smoking weed
On a Wednesday, skating by
And wishing that summer'd never come

Swing at the first pitch and it's
Nothing more than just a base hit
I'm running circles around you
I'm breaking drywall after
Another fucking phone call
The end of the season from your
Distorted reasons

Oh what's it like to feel alright
Do you believe in the afterlife
Oh what's it like to feel alive
It happens to me all the time

Swing at the first pitch and it's
Nothing more than just a base hit
I'm running circles around you
I'm breaking drywall after
Another fucking phone call
The end of the season from our
Distorted reasons



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Bayless
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