Aside by The Weakerthans
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Measure me in metered lines In 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 and 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 amateur cartography. I breathe in 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. Wave goodbye And I'm Losing, But I'll try, With the last ways left, to remember. Sing my imperfect offering
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