Notes Lyrics - You're Gonna Miss It All - Modern Baseball

Dear long dark hair 

I write 'cause I know you'll forget 

You could be 

Sea green in a waste basket tomorrow 

No repulsions for 

My premature indulgences 

If you can't recall a word I said 

And I like those cheekbones 

That crooked nose 

No, those fellas stick around too long 

Perpetuating every pathetic word that I skew 

Into song 

She was my trophy shelf of slip-ups 

My untamed hormonal Loch Ness shit-show 

On late night rotation 

For months on end 

A brick-boot swimming lesson 

In the deep end of my adolescence 

Scrawling notes on the backs of my hands 

But I'll start fresh with you 

Extracting the rusted 

Attachments keeping the diehard nuts, bolts, and screws 

We'll go from square one 

With the wit of an old pro 

And you can fill in the gaps 

With whatever you know 

My long, dark hair