In the tender ballad crafted by Greyson Chance, we dive into the bittersweet sorrow of love that morphs into something unrecognizable. The once perfect harmony between two souls has turned into estrangement, lost in the echoes of unmet expectations. The lover, once seen as a "homerun hitter"—a beacon of unwavering sweetness—proves to be more complex and elusive. This track portrays the paradox of clinging to a fading ideal, mourning the loss of vulnerability, and the heartache of realizing that no action can soften the blow of love turned sour. The haunting melody captures the essence of trying to find light in a room that refuses to be illuminated, making us all pause and reflect on the fragile nature of human connections.
Homerun Hitter
Lyrics
If I'm gonna say it like it is
We've become identical to them
We've become the strangers we don't know
A dying rose
I'm forty miles North of where we met
You're forty miles of South of where we live
It doesn't matter where we try to go
If all the exits are closed
There's nothing I could say
To keep my head above the water
There's nothing I could do
If I lose one, I lose two
'Cause I thought you were the homerun hitter
The cherry that never bitters
Like the first taste of heat
The feeling I want to keep until I'm dead (dead, dead)
But there's nothing I could do (do, do)
When I thought you were a cold blood assassin
A truth I couldn't imagine
But that light never painted the room
No, there's nothing I could do (do, do)
To make it easier on you
It's more than just the fire going out
It's more than just the candles on the ground
It's everything you wanted us to be
The parts I won't see
The door I always locked, you left it open
Too afraid that you would blink and it would close in
And we would lose our vulnerability
Oh, we were so naive
'Cause I thought you were the homerun hitter
The cherry that never bitters
Like the first taste of heat
The feeling I want to keep until I'm dead (dead, dead)
But there's nothing I could do (do, do)
When I thought you were a cold blood assassin
A truth I couldn't imagine
But that light never painted the room
Now there's nothing I could do (do, do)
To make it easier on
Easier on, easier on
Easier on, easier on
Easier on, easier on
Easier on you
There's nothing I could say to keep those gorgeous eyes from crying
There's nothing I could do
If I lose you, I lose too
'Cause I thought you were the homerun hitter
The cherry that never bitters
Like the first taste of heat
The feeling I want to keep until I'm dead (dead, dead)
But there's nothing I could do (do, do)
When I thought you were a cold blood assassin
A truth I couldn't imagine
But that light never painted the room
No, there's nothing I could do (do, do)
To make it easier on
Easier on, easier on
Easier on, easier on
Easier on, easier on
Easier on you
Writer(s): Greyson Michael Chance, Jason Bradford Reeves
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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