Feeling like a number is where I am at now
Measure this, quantify that, must I kowtow?
Too much massaging the scores, too little action
Save it for later, Bring on the passion!
Escaping this figure frenzy is a goal of mine
A cardinal rule; forgiveness divine
Am I just another stat in someone's game?
Turning over dirt, exposing my shame?
Sadistic, hedonistic powers of ten
Logarithmic statistics once again
Simplistic square roots, answers in pen
Can I ever forget the fact that we hardly spend...
Any time together?
I don't want to view the score sheet,
Nor do I want to take another swing.
Rebounds, ERAs, RBIs, TDs
Move over, I am adjusting my tee.
Scared to kick the ball
For fear that in the end, it's all
Just another figure for me
To calculate on my Wii.
Reverse the trend, I can't
Should I stick my head in the sand?
Counting numbers, I can't stand
Am I just another stat?
