Basketball

In my defense, I never played
So hard for varsity, but I'll score again
That untouched net, a source of dread
I wanted my own hole to crawl through
Still do

Basketball in a vacant lot
The surprising scent of a gland contracting
Up against the playground fence
With so much guilt, I couldn't protest
You too

One finger on the ball
Suspended round, you go spinning slow
You go slow-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
There is another point
For the pointless team I'm cheering on
With pom-poms and batons

Why are you sweating your game?
Another holy spasm with radioactive conjurings
A fearful lord who waxed my brow and licks up all my salt

Girls hit the showers now
And if you wanna drown, breathe slow
Breathe not at all
There is another point
For the pointless team I'm cheering on
With pom-poms and batons



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Wagner Ferm, Sarah E. Dupius Kornreich, Michael Robert Falcone, Matt Robidoux
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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