Fantasy Baseball at the End of the World

I manage my fantasy baseball team better
Than I manage my anger these days
And I'd trade my best pitcher
For a draft pick and a picture
Of the president writhing in pain

It's a weird thing to wish for, but I can't stop wishing
Refreshing the browser, someday
If I live long enough
And the world doesn't end
My wish will come true in a way

And he'll die like we all die
In pain or asleep
And we'll still have our fantasy baseball
And the next fascist fucker in line for the job
Of demolishing hope for us all

So I'm putting in love now, I'm putting in faith
Putting fear on a long term IL
I'm going outside, I'm gonna help organize
Something better, something beautiful