Текст Modern Baseball – Apartment

The first time I saw you was in your apartment
I had followed my friends single-file through the darkness
I looked your direction for excessive inspection
And I could not muster the courage to say a single word

For a while we were playing this game that your friends bought
But everyone cheated and no one could spell
You didn’t say much of anything
I must have come off annoying, cause you went to bed

I walk home with my eyes low
Dreaming up conversations we’ll have tomorrow
Your loose ends, my new friends
All the classes in high school we fell asleep in
But now I can hardly close my eyes

The next time I saw you was in your apartment
Oh, why do I keep ending up here on starlit evenings?
I should be home sleeping
But this time you sat next to me on the couch

(dude, nice!)

I stare out the window
Hands glued tight and sore
Praying to God-knows-what
That you would sever what’s stuck
With something shiny from the kitchen drawer

I walk home with my eyes low
Dreaming up conversations we’ll have tomorrow
Your loose ends, my new friends
All the classes in high school we fell asleep in
But now I can hardly close my eyes

I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to hang out tonight
We could make dinner or something