DESCRIPTION:
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LYRICS:
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 to 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 these 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 these maps out on my bedroom floor.

And I'm leaning
On this broken fence
Between past and present tense.
And I'm losing
All these 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.