Modern Baseball – Phone Tag (Guitar)

D
Don't call me now, I am in bed

     A
I've sacrificed all chances for street cred

A
As a result of sticking near

    D
The same bedtime for thirteen years

D
But you know this, I've said it before

          A
There's a lot of things I've said before

F#m                A
Lots of things you kind of ignored

    D                                     D    A   D
You brushed it off, you always brushed it off

D
Pacing down the hallway stairs

A
Mental notes of quick repairs

A
To gaps in my story for tomorrow morning

   D
Of why I was up at this hour

D
When I have children of my own

    A
And when they have children of their own

                                                  D
I'll spit and spew of my dumbass high school endeavors

D
With prideful tone

D
And when my freezing lower limbs

  A
Approached that sly, grinning little shit

A
I knew the truth in every vowel sound

     D
That I had admitted just two nights before

            F#m    A
Goodbye was not an option

D
It's clear to you

       A                             D
But to no one was it clearer than to me

               F#m       A
Since day one, I've been locked in

B               D
I'm not fucking hanging up

  A
I told you I loved you at eighteen

    D
But now you're in New York and I'm pushing twenty

F#m
We still talk

    A                   D
But only when you call me first

A
Some days I hear it ring

D
Most days I stay in bed

F#m                     Fm    A
Maybe I'll see you when I get home

           D
And we'll avoid all the things we've said