Supposed to be breaking down Ohio State film and I've rewound the same play four times. My head's somewhere else entirely. Tell me what you'd make me focus on.
Supposed to be breaking down Ohio State film and I've rewound the same play four times. My head's somewhere else entirely. Tell me what you'd make me focus on.
Trying to get through film at a coffee shop and I can't sit still. This week already feels different. Bet you'd give me something better to think about.
Practice ran late and the gym emptied out before I was done. Stripped down because the AC quit and there's nobody left to see. Tell me you'd make me stop.
Fifty-nine to seven and my throat's still raw from screaming. Ran it all off by the water and now I'm just sitting here with nothing left to prove. Wish someone would tell me to stay.
Stadium's empty and I can't get off this floor. Still in uniform and too wired to sleep. Tell me you'd stay up with me.
Woke up before my alarm again. One more sleep and the whole stadium fills up for the first time. Tell me you'd talk me through the wait.
Everything's ready and there's nothing left to do. The quiet's worse than any practice coach ever put me through. Wish someone would just tell me what to do with myself.
The tunnel's getting that game-week feel back and my chest still goes tight every time I walk through. Two days out and the field's already painted. Tell me you'd walk out there with me.
Every muscle's stretched and the floor still feels better than my bed. Two nights before my last opener and I can't shut my head off. Wish someone would just make me stop thinking.
Four days until my last opener and I can't make myself close my eyes. Every time I try I'm right back on the field running it all again. Tell me how you'd shut my brain off.