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Dear First Half, In the Style of Taylor Swift

(FYI, if we’re playing celebrity wars here, I side with John Mayer in the John Mayer-Taylor Swift War.  If you have no idea what this is all about, watch this song that Taylor Swift wrote to her, um, ex John Mayer and then come back here.)

So!  Dear First Half:

Long were the nights when you were always day games

Counting my flipflopped footsteps,
Praying the floor won’t fall through, again
My mother accused me of losing my mind (oh yes, she did)
But I swore I was fine, you paint me a blue sky
And go back and turn it to a rain delay
And I lived in your baseball game,
But you changed the rules every day
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone
Tonight, well I stopped picking up, and this blog post is to let you know why.

Dear First Half, I see it all now that you’re gone
Don’t you think I was too loyal to be messed with?
The girl in the sparkly flipflops, cried the whole way home, I should’ve known

Well maybe it’s me and my blind optimism to blame
Maybe it’s you and your sick need to give first place and then take it away
And you’ll add my name to your long list of bandwagon fans who don’t understand
And I’ll look back and regret how I ignored when they said “become a football fan as fast as you can”

Dear First Half, I see it all now that you’re gone
Don’t you think I was too loyal to be messed with?
The girl in the sparkly flipflops, cried the whole way home

Dear First Half, I see it all, now it was wrong
Don’t you think Diamond Girl is too loyal
To be played by your dark twisted games, when I loved you so?
I should’ve known

You are an expert at sorry,
And keeping the half games too complicated to understand
Never impressed by me sitting through extra innings
All the fans that you’ve run dry
Have tired, lifeless voices from cheering too much
‘Cause you burned them out
But I took your matches before fire could catch me,
So don’t look now, I’m shining like Fireworks Night at the Ballpark over your sad, empty stadium

Dear First Half, I see it all now that you’re gone
Don’t you think I was too loyal to be messed with?
The girl in the flipflops, cried the whole way home.

I see it all now that you’re gone
Don’t you think I was too loyal to be messed with?
The girl in the sparkly flipflops wrote you a blog post
You should’ve known, you should’ve known
Don’t you think I was too loyal? You should’ve known

xoxo,

Diamond Girl

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