My city´s still breathing (but barely it is true)
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
all sparkled with broken glass.
I am back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know.
They never take me anywhere but here.
Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
these strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say " I wanted it this way"
and wait for the yeahr to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I am trying not to wonder where you´re.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who has left & who has leaving.
Memory will rust & erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape & soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you are relying on to lead you home.
Weakerthans, The Ringtones