borrowing nostalgia

This was a ballpark This was a band pass on your Saturday Your nearly twice that age But you remember Just the same This was a free throw This was the low pass on your Holiday There isn't a quick escape A couple of embers And a glow to stay Well one don't preach What one can't peep My tongue don't reach What words won't keep Me up all night but Just don't teach me Nothing I could otherwise Believe Easy night Cut from the smoking gun So much for a chosen one Well I'm barely having fun Without you So one by one My little pieces Of what I've done And what I am become And I didn't choose To be so long ago Something I could slip away Nothing else I could escape