Not in Season
I don't understand a lot of things in this world. But right now I mostly don't understand my keen sense of becoming interesting in chicks who's last thought in the world is on a relationship or even the possibilities of a relationship. Cuz right now Jake's swingin' away with a .000 batting average. I'm very tired right now so I think I'll extend this metaphor. I see these perfect pitches coming my way and I'm thinkin to myself "There's no way in hell i'm gunna miss this one" but then that fucking changeup comes and what was once a juicy looking fast ball heading right for the sweet spot of my proverbial bat has turned into a slider moving high and outside. So over and over again its a swing and a miss. Thank god I've made it to stage 5.