My father taught me to swing a bat
With high sights and years of grueling work
He said, I could be the best of them yet
But his patience was waning
My training couldn't make up for
The fact I'd never be Jessica
Just so mediocre, no team would ever take me in
But I found a home with The Garages and made some friends
But now we're infested by predators tearing up our stars
Turns out my soul is too large and the team paid the cost
His words stick, branded
He once said, that
You play, with everything that you've got
But still it ain't much
Miles away from runner up
You'll drag, a winning team through the mud
Break all their trust
Lose all the ones you love, how sad
York buys Sunny D, I'd say that's too sweet for me
Then after a loss we'd go home and track for his CD
Then one sunny day, he struts up cooly to the plate
Then in a single blink he's gone to the vault without leaving a trace
You're just cursed, the worst
You live to, hurt
His words stick, branded
He once said, that
You play, with everything that you've got
But still it ain't much
Miles away from runner up
You'll drag, a winning team through the mud
Break all their trust
Lose all the ones you love, how sad
Then there's Alison Abbot, oh the moments regretted
I guess there's quite a few of them
We were running the bases, oh the look on her face when
The Ump missed me, but, not her
You play, with everything that you've got
But still it ain't much
Miles away from runner up
You'll drag, a winning team through the mud
Break all their trust
Lose all the ones you love, how sad
Why couldn't, you just take me?
Why couldn't you just take me?
Why couldn't you just
Why couldn't you just take me?