Aside lyrics

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
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