Your Picture 
Was in the News 
A Piece of Paper My Friends 
May Have Burned But It Refused

And Though You 
Wore a Smile 
The Muscles That You Flex Too Much 
Look Tired After a While 
And You Always Forced Your Style

I Wrote You 
Love Notes 
I Pulled You From Fights 
I Even Dug Moats 
So I Could Swim At Night 
To My Homerun Hilary

I've Only Just Begun 
To Live Again and Be My Own Best Friend 
And Now Yo've Come

A Vampire 
Must Be Fed 
But Oh, Oh I'm Unwilling to Be Bled

It Took a Fast Pitch 
On the Inside 
And Like a White Whitch 
On a Mercy Ride 
It's My Homerun Hilary

My Homerun Hilary

Reach For the Sky Homerun Hilary