Dylan Owen - Sandlot Blues (Revisited) lyrics

[Intro] This song is dedicated to anyone who has ever had the privilege of having there heart broke Put your hands in the air if you know what I'm about This song is called Sandlot Blues Revisited and It's about moving on Check It [Verse 1] I saved your letters to re-read when life gets adventurous and wrote you this song for later on if you remember it I know things are tough right now; they are for me too, but I don't think that's any reason that I shouldn't speak to you Or vice versa Look, I write it how it fits me most I've always been a dreamer for the misty coast, but I think our suburban memories could make the city choke In the summer we would only hear crickets like sh**ty jokes Now self-pity's got me by the throat, a cold stand On old metal bleachers where we used to hold hands In the stands of the homecoming sports games I wish I could buy back the time that we've lost but I'm short on change And I sulk and I stare at the clock no matter how long the day is I can't believe you're different, or how much you've changed Let's put it this way, relationships are complicated If you've gotta light a match to spark some conversation [Chorus 1] Guess I've always wanted what I couldn't have I grab the strands of my noose Losing sense in these sandlot blues I say moving on's worse than being stuck in the same sad shoes, but I hang my head and pay my dues And I pray that the dudes that you kiss now are proud Cause we speak in tongue twisters, tornadoes in our mouths Listen, I can't get through to you, you've filtered me out I flipped my life upside down, the ceiling is the ground [Verse 2] And it seems like these days you forget that I know you Or that we made love on my bed below a Bob Dylan poster Or wore crowns on our heads because we won each other's heaven Arm in arm walking down a now empty 207 I might miss you forever and regret my decision But at least I won't forget you, memories will still exist And in them I can find myself again, a silent solace self within Maybe one day you'll call me and I'll tell you then [Chorus 2] I've always wanted what I couldn't have I grab the strands of my noose Losing sense in these sandlot blues I say moving on's worse than being stuck in the same sad shoes But I hang my head and pay my dues I've always wanted what I couldn't have I grab the strands of my noose Losing sense in these sandlot blues I say moving on's worse than being stuck in the same sad shoes But I hang my head and I pay my dues