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 And 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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