Playing ball was so frustrating in the backyard with my dad
I was a perfectionist and got angry for getting mad
Missing the ball was not an option but not because of Dad
I competed against myself but it hardly made me glad
I tried to throw him a curveball, but then he caught my drift
I tried to throw him an angry glance, but he never caught a glimpse
I tried to throw him for a loop, but he caught on way too fast
I was about to throw in the towel, and I caught a break at last
Playing ball made me so angry I threw tantrums in the yard
I neglected all the positives and to see I'd come so far
Missing the ball was a huge letdown, because it didn't seem that hard
The only way I could feel better was to catch my dad off-guard
I tried to throw him a curveball, but then he caught my drift
I tried to throw him an angry glance, but he never caught a glimpse
I tried to throw him for a loop, but he caught on way too fast
I was about to throw in the towel, and I caught a break at last
Dad finally missed the ball, it went way over his head
Suddenly he was human and not a catching machine instead
I took a sigh and told him sorry for the mean things that I said
We kept on playing without pressure, our game of throw and catch
I tried to throw him a curveball, but then he caught my drift
I tried to throw him an angry glance, but he never caught a glimpse
I tried to throw him for a loop, but he caught on way too fast
I was about to throw in the towel, and I caught a break at last