[ Featuring the Bakers, the C's ]
You think you're being nice
But you're making me lose hope
You're weary of my vice
But I'm needing it to cope
It's the last thing left to try from my perspective
Not a tear in either eye behind corrective
Lends itself to indirect light
Leading me astray
But I need the sun to stare at me
At least one gamma ray
Your friends are so alike
In the way they handled me
They gave me several strikes
Felt like I was bowling three
But my legs don't have the strength of my pectoral
And a baseball field's the length of your electoral
College was a time to find
The brightness that would stay
But I didn't feel the shine align
Except one gamma ray
Accept the love you get
'Fore it finds another host
If I haven't said it yet
I loved you more than most
Unlike times before, my call developed slowly
'Til I liked you overall, with jeans not holey
Churchill came upon me saying
"Ride through Hell halfway"
Ostinato says I'll crash when blinded
By a gamma ray
