Pothole

The fossils of my footsteps will be unearthed at a far off date, unknown Impressed in concrete from walking home alone after walking you home And the mops of greasy hair will romanticize my despair But they wont know that I didn't care I like the silence, I like the empty streets Crawl down on my hands and knees in a heartbeat if I had to I owe 'em that at the very least The map had faded out but I could have sworn I noted every stride I guess the rain hit before the ink had dried And where i thought id be was not what I perceived Assessing the progress from beneath your sheets That's why I need the silence, I need the empty streets Just as bad as they don't need me Its a sick, sad, sham of a marriage But its all there is, its all I need I can be everything you need if you make me I can be every crack in your concrete if you let me off easy I can be easily deceived if you want that But you are the ember of my heart, whether you like that or not --- Pothole - Modern Baseball