Coach

When I got knocked out (well I guess I got knocked out?)
You were the first one there, you held my hand
Look it's not like I'm from a broken home
(Though the pieces didn't always fit together)
I'm just saying I wasn't gonna join the army, or anything like that you didn't even play me that much
Which meant you respected me enough not to lie to me
We all knew I wouldn't go pro
But this team got me through college, this team helped me to grow or you did, coach
Sportsmanship, work ethic, trust
It's hard for a man to pick up in this world of fucking capital
You either run the machine or get caught in the gears
There's no in-between, no, no in-between

But I have to back up first base
I have to move the runner
I have to hit the cutoff man
Tasks and nods and pats on the back that's what took care of me, man

So thank you coach
For shooting the shit
For agreeing with me that my roommate was being a dick
Don't think I'd ever have figured this out for myself
Or, not well anyways
You know simple stuff like
How to have friends, take care of myself, and exist

Gonna keep trying to find my team
Gonna keep trying to build a healthy routine
I'm gonna keep trying



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Writer(s): Lorenzo Landini
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