i'm in love with a blaseball player

from the garages present: be my vlalentine by the garages

i'm in love with a blaseball player by seb (bigredsun.bandcamp.com)

i see you walking on the field
and my heart starts to thunder
i wonder
if your defense will ever yield
when i see you round the bases
i think about all the places
i'd take you if i could
the puget sound, the pitcher's mound
the stadium ground, just to kick around
'cause everywhere seems magical with you

it's difficult to tell you in a splort that kills off half its players
but here i am spilling my soul on a wing and a prayer
i'm stumbling over my own tongue
but i think this message is better sung
than said, so with that said
i'm in love with a blaseball player
i'm in love with a blaseball player

i see you round the city streets
i try to catch up and talk to you
but i don't know what to say
so all that ends up coming out is
"uh, um, i think you played really well today"
you say thanks, because you're nice
even though i am now dying inside
and i think i might be the most awkward person who has ever walked the earth 
but then you give me that smile
and all is forgotten

it's difficult to tell you in a splort that kills off half its players
but here i am spilling my soul on a wing and a prayer
i'm stumbling over my own tongue
but i think this message is better sung
than said, so with that said
i'm in love with a blaseball player
i'm in love with a blaseball player

it's hard to fall in love
when tomorrow we could wake up and have to face horrors undreamed of
but i think i am anyway
i can't stand not to find a lifeline in this game