Baseball - Ozma

I’ve walked this road, a thousand times before

It just breaks down on me, mazda machinery

A rusted shell from, nineteen eighty four

And so i try to find, inside my feeble mind

A way, to fix my mistakes

Oh my god

My innocent fascade

There’s no appologies, for all the pieces that are found

And i still believe

There’s somethin up my sleeve

It just left my transmission on the ground

Replacement parts, aren’t always hard to find

Cause there’s a million more, down on the basement floor

The perfect time, to leave it all behind

Drove it into the ground, it makes a funny sound

So then, i’ll turn it on again

I haven’t much to say today

Cause you want me to throw it all away

And everytime, i think i’m doin fine

You find some other way, to break apart today