you were three coats of paint ago you were a heartbeat in my ghost when you left you said you d go i painted over everything i owned i didn t feel like dying alone there ain t no crying in petite league no it s a perfect game no hitter boys 1 2 3 and i ll go down swinging it s the only way to end a winning season it s the only way to end a winning season it s the only way i ll end a winning season i used to make fun of you praying looking up with nothing to say now i write lists of what keeps me happy and i keep throwing them away i keep throwing them away there ain t no crying in petite league no it s a perfect game no hitter boys 1 2 3 and i ll go down swinging it s the only way to end a winning season it s the only way to end a winning season it s the only way i ll end a winning season