Every time someone says we made it I think back to when we could barely afford guitar strings Back then we had next to nothing So every little gig we played meant next to everything We formed a team to pay for the expensive habit Of wanting to pay rent and make some noise And maybe order a pizza from time to time But little did we know that was the price we'd pay For the luxury of having our souls destroyed I guess it could've been worse We'd make up new songs in the dugout About smell of the ballpark, friendly rivalries And those nights that we wish would never end Teasing hops about all the games we'd lose And how we'd never ever win We'd raise a middle finger toward the sun We were jubilant and free, and there was nothing we couldn't do But that was when everyone was still around Before all the weather broke through Back then we'd go out to the bar after every away game Make up a name and pretend we were some local band But after about 20 minutes Someone would figure us out And start calling out for their favorite song It was always something pretty obscure for some reason Something about that song must've touched that person in particular We'd play it for them, buy a round for everyone And then sneak out the back Those were the good times But then our songs started getting a little bit darker About the smell of fire on the mound and death And wishing the game would just end About feeling alone in a world Of people who love you (we'll suck forever) After you finally manage to win (and we'll never ever win) And when we'd raise a middle finger toward the sun It was with spite and anger and the memories of those we knew But we'd pull ourselves through anyway (I'm pretty sure that's what punk rock means) I mean, what else could we do? We'd turn the radio to some strange frequency Pick up phantom signals from other worlds Those songs would fill our hearts with strange comfort Even if we could barely hear the voices through the static Songs about somehow someone out there got away And maybe we could too Their soulsongs would guide us through the snowstorm If we could just somehow make it through