Running off with the wild boys, bandanna round my neck
Ears consumed by the stock noise, true silence makes me sick
Is it imbalance or the width of the beam I walk on?
Toes curled up in the shoes I tried to shove on

Discomfort in the way I’m feeling
Came out swinging, hit the home run for the wrong team, now I’m leaving explaining myself to the ump

Mouthing off with the wild boys, maybe mama would be proud of me for calling shots based on my choice, the confidence is a skill
Write a song that they can sing along with, make friends that you don’t even have to talk with

Discomfort in the way I’m feeling
Came out swinging, hit the home run for the wrong team, now I’m leaving explaining myself to the ump
Thrown off by the change in season, got no reason to show up
Take note of the new concretion, set in stone but broken up