Aside-The Weakerthans

Measure me in metered lines And one decisive stare The time it takes to get from here to there My ribs that show through t-shirts And these shoes I got for free I'm unconsoled I'm lonely I am so much better than I used to be Terrified of telephones And shopping malls and knives Drowning in the pools of other lives Rely a bit too heavily On alcohol and irony Get clobbered on by courtesy In love with love and lousy poetry And I'm leaning on this broken fence Between past and present tense And I'm losing all those stupid games That I swore I'd never play But it almost feels okay Circumnavigate this body Of wonder and uncertainty Armed with every precious failure And amature cartography I'm breathing deep before I spread those maps out on my bedroom floor And I'm leaning on this broken fence Between past and present tense And I'm losing all those stupid games That I swore I'd never play But it feels okay And I'm leaving with goodbye And I'm losing but I'll try With the last ways left To remember sing My imperfect offering