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 am unconsoled
I am lonely
I´m so much better than I used to be
Terrified of telephones
And shopping malls & knives
Drowning in the pools of other lives
Rely a bit too heavily
On alcohol & irony
Get clobbered on by courtesy
And love with love & lousy poetry
And I am leaning on this broken fence
Between past & present tense
And I am losing all those stupid games
That I swore I would never play
But it almost feels okay
Circumnavigate this body
Of wonder & uncertain´ty
Armed with every precious failure
And amature cartography
I am breathing deep before
I spread those maps out on my bedroom floor
And I am leaning on this broken fence
Between past & present tense
And I am losing all those stupid games
That I swore I would never play
But it feels okay
And I am leaving with goodbye
And I am losing but I will try
With the last ways left
To remember sing
My imperfect offering
Weakerthans, The Ringtones