Ballgame (Live)

A good man doesn't drink And I've been drinking alone So what does that make me? My hands they always shake And no one's calling my phone So what does that make me? And I know the kid with his guitar So drunk and anxious Has been done to death So tell me what hasn't I'll try it Because I'm selfish enough to wanna get better But I'm backwards enough not to take any steps to get there And when you realize it's a pattern And not a phase It's what you've become and it's what you will stay That's ballgame 'Cause I don't got room in my life for anyone else And I've driven away all the people that could help And I still don't even know what I need to do to fix myself There's a clamp around my chest That tightens every time I lapse into Another sorry story About my miserable collapse A bronze box I keep encased in glass And dust off whenever I want your pity Because lately I've had to come to grips with scope and figure How my problems stack up in a world two steps from ruin (Or maybe it's rapture) Well, either way, I realize that my shit's about as small as it could be But that makes me feel worse for even feeling this bad in the first place 'Cause there's a war starting soon, and all the flags'll be waving And Daniel's 20-year-old friend will be ready, and willing, and waiting He's a Marine and he told me And that makes me sad Really, really fucking sad But at least he'll act I'll just bite my tongue and then say "Daniel You wish him luck" I'll pray that he comes back For his mother's sake, and then I'll drink those thoughts away I've gotten good at that 'Cause when you realize it's a pattern And not a phase It's what you've become and it's what you will stay That's ballgame Yeah when you realize it's a pattern And not a phase It's what you've become and it's what you will stay That's ballgame Yeah when you realize it's a pattern And not a phase It's what you've become and it's what you will stay That's ballgame