Watching the bullpen shake its way crosstown A one inch punch brings in the crowd Some good intentions could miss their mark again If we made up like dying friends But all my tides could never be The longest break of a wave at sea The best damn friends we would ever be Hearing the corners my friends left out to me I jig and saw the finished piece Flatline of letters spelling out a need "I should go - or you should leave." But both my eyes could hardly see The darkest crack of a trench at sea The best damn friends we would ever be Keep those hands in front of me A simple plan and a master key A knife-like wound and it looks like me The best damn friends we would ever be The best damn friends we would ever be