Hate to admit but i'll always be here,
not because i'm stupid but because i still love you this year,
not because you're still a little reason i drink beer,
but because just your face erases all fear,
bottom of the 9th, 2 outs, man on third,
3-2 count and here comes the curve,
i hold on tight to every single word,
and leave the runner stranded on third,
haven't you heard that is how i feel?
every day losing by one run is real,
until you grab your keys and make you tires peel,
unrequited love will be a real pain i feel,
you're all that i ever need to fall into,
can't pull us apart without a cut from bamboo,
two cars in one lane, you can't get through,
until the red flag i threw is under review.