Heartburn in the Bleachers

Verse 1: In my living room, with my best friend by my side, Baseball on the TV, we were ready for the ride, I made a bet against him, for fifty dollars strong, To eat twenty-three hotdogs before the game was done. Pre-Chorus: The first few went down easy, I was feeling fine, But inning after inning, I fell behind, Twenty-three hotdogs, I kept shoving them down, With every bite, my heart began to drown. Chorus: Oh, the agony, the heartburn in my chest, Not from love, but from this twisted quest, Fifty dollars in my hand, but what did it cost? I broke my heart, not from love, but from what I lost, Twenty-three hotdogs, and my spirit’s tossed. Verse 2: The game played on, each pitch and swing, But my stomach churned, and I felt everything, My friend cheered me on, but I could barely see, The price of my pride, became too much for me. Pre-Chorus: Hotdog after hotdog, the taste turned vile, My vision blurred, as I forced a smile, Twenty-three bites of regret, I couldn’t breathe, For a fifty-dollar prize, my heart began to seethe. Chorus: Oh, the agony, the heartburn in my chest, Not from love, but from this twisted quest, Fifty dollars in my hand, but what did it cost? I broke my heart, not from love, but from what I lost, Twenty-three hotdogs, and my spirit’s tossed. Bridge: In the dead of night, I can still feel the ache, The echoes of the game, and the chance I’d take, For fifty bucks, I gave up my soul, my pride, Now I’m left in pieces, with no one by my side. Chorus: Oh, the agony, the heartburn in my chest, Not from love, but from this twisted quest, Fifty dollars in my hand, but what did it cost? I broke my heart, not from love, but from what I lost, Twenty-three hotdogs, and my spirit’s tossed. Outro: So here’s my story, let it be a warning true, Sometimes the things we chase, can break us through and through, Twenty-three hotdogs, fifty dollars in my hand, But now I’m just a shadow, a broken, hollow man. Outro: So here’s my story, let it be a warning true, Sometimes the things we chase, can break us through and through, Twenty-three hotdogs, fifty dollars in my hand, But now I’m just a shadow, a broken, hollow man. But at least I won the bet, and the fifty dollars came, A bittersweet victory, in this twisted game, Though my heart is aching, and my spirit feels low, I’ve got fifty bucks to show, for the pain that I now know.