No Crying in Baseball

Neither here nor there
I am out of control
These days I feign forgetful
But oh my memory teases
And I wake
Ashamed of my fantasy
When I dream of us
As two strains of bacteria
Of a porch talk that lasts 1.5 billion years
Are you not learning?
Have you not been listening?
Are you not learning?
You have not been listening
I guess my tongue was softer then
But no one’s trying
And I’m sick of it
'There's no crying in baseball
Try to understand'
Their chapped lips begging me
Over and over again