Little League

You can't say this to me in words
And you won't sing without a written disclaimer
But the chalk outline is*unmistakably* hers
And the ghost of your chance disappeared
With the breath you used to name her

You could be one of them
But you're so over-satisfied
To play second fiddle
To the second tier band

When they're up-and-coming
They may name-drop you sometime

Save us some grief
Give us some peace
Just take yourself more seriously
And stop following me around...
On your knees

If you got your shit together you'd be outta my league
If you' got your shit together you'd be outta my league
But you're never gonna take yourself more seriously...
If you got your shit together you'd be outta my league