Tire tied to some old pipe
Starts to twist in the breeze
Fading light of September
Makes the shadows dance through three step drops in perfect time with me
And I placed my prayers in the wind
I hope they make you well soon
I plead with this ball in my hands
Just go through
I'm begging you
Grass stains on my church clothes
Grandma is gonna be sick
I draw it up in the dirt, throw
The corner route, when mass lets out, and hear the crowd scream my name in my head
And I placed my prayers in the wind
I hope they make you well soon
I plead with this ball in my hands
Just go through
I'm begging you
Just go through
I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you
This isn't the way that I pictured it
It's not how I wanted this
You alone in the dark and me under the lights, all shallow breaths and shaking hands
It's not how I pictured it
It's not how I wanted this
I've been waiting to stand here my whole life
But not without Six
Not without Six