Choker from Sandwich! by sneaky sugars

Think fast, you’re the rookie of the year
Bright lights, crowd roars, thumbs up, three cheers
No doubt, World Series season sweep
Hot shot, hot shit, she could do this in her sleep
Can’t keep this up for much longer
They don’t know they can’t count on her
Not to get caught up by a curveball
Not rising to the occasion
Not gonna rise above her station
It’s already written on the wall

Why did you think I was dependable?
Rewind the tape, zoom in, and you can see her hands shake
Why did you think I was dependable?

Everybody knows under a little bit of pressure
I am a crumbler
Professional bag fumbler
I’ll let you down like an axe let’s down a tree
Someone else can do it, just not me
Give me a shot, I’ll blow it
I’m a choker and I know it

Bases are loaded, all the odds are for me
I can’t handle thinking that someone adores me
Short story set in stone, no guts, no glory
Once it’s over we can all go home
Rookie of the years at bat
Rookie of the year fell flat
Rookie of the year you better get your ass in gear
Rookie of the year struck out

Why did you think you could rely on me?
Take one good look, you’ll see
Choker physiology
Why did you think you could rely on me?

Everybody knows under a little bit of pressure
I am a crumbler
Professional bag fumbler
I’ll let you down like an ax let’s down a tree
Someone else can do it, just not me
I’ll tumble down the mountain right before I reach the top
I’ll stumble over words, demolish all your reveries
I’ll drop the ball when it’s all tied up in overtime
Then mumble half assed apologies
Give me a shot, I'll blow it
I'm a choker and I know it

Not in in the cards
Not in the stars
Not in my bones,
Not in my beating beating beating heart
I could taste it
I could taste it
I could taste it
Look how fast I waste it

Why did you think I was dependable?
Rewind the tape, zoom in, and you can see her hands shake
Why did you think I was dependable?

Everybody knows under a little bit of pressure
I am a crumbler
Professional bag fumbler
I’ll let you down like an axe let’s down a tree
Someone else can do it, just not me
I’ll tumble down the mountain right before I reach the top
I’ll stumble over words, demolish all your reveries
I’ll drop the ball when it’s all tied up in overtime
Then mumble half assed apologies
Give me a shot, I'll blow it
I'm a choker and I know it

• Alternative
• bedroom
• lofi
• shitty punk
• Austin