Modern Baseball - Cooke lyrics

Im circling the drain with all my problems in hand Well I gotta pretty good hand Id say But these new caskets crack the same The first few stones are the worst They fall in unnoticed And scare you for more than theyre worth And all at once you will not hear your own words Closet weather at best and youre a victim You say were all in the basket But oh its so fun To remind us over and over again (We dug our own graves) Times a wasting so now I must be leaving (We sealed our own fate) Im crawling outside In the same way that I creeped in (We dug our own graves) And the rain falls down and its heavy on my eye lids (We sealed our own fate) Pulled to the ground down the f**ing drain Maybe its just my luck But I got a spotless record Maybe its harder to stay And we got it all wrong from the start Maybe its all in the cards Or just an excuse for playing Maybe its all in our hearts Maybe I dont know what Im saying Im circling the drain But Im picking these bones up Cause man, they dont live there today And I dont want to hear the fibers crack Cause God knows Id rather die than be dying Its not a clich, no sir it is a logical preference Because the way things were this year Makes me think how good it all could be and how well it could end Maybe its just my luck But I got a spotless record Maybe its harder to stay And we got it all wrong from the start Maybe its all in the cards Or just an excuse for playing Maybe its all in our hearts Maybe I dont know what Im saying