QB1 lyrics

Tire tied to some old pipe
Starts to twist in the breeze
Fading light of September
Makes the shadows dance through three step drops in perfect time with me

And I placed my prayers in the wind
I hope they make you well soon
I plead with this ball in my hands
Just go through
I'm begging you

Grass stains on my church clothes
Grandma is gonna be sick
I draw it up in the dirt, throw
The corner route, when mass lets out, and hear the crowd scream my name in my head

And I placed my prayers in the wind
I hope they make you well soon
I plead with this ball in my hands
Just go through
I'm begging you
Just go through
I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you
This isn't the way that I pictured it
It's not how I wanted this
You alone in the dark and me under the lights, all shallow breaths and shaking hands
It's not how I pictured it
It's not how I wanted this
I've been waiting to stand here my whole life
But not without Six
Not without Six