Measure me in metered lines
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And one decisive stare
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The time it takes to get from here to there
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My ribs that show through t-shirts
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And these shoes I got for free
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I'm unconsoled
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I'm lonely
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I am so much better than I used to be
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Terrified of telephones
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And shopping malls and knives
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Drowning in the pools of other lives
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Rely a bit too heavily
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On alcohol and irony
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Get clobbered on by courtesy
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In love with love and lousy poetry
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And I'm leaning on this broken fence
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Between past and present tense
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And I'm losing all those stupid games
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That I swore I'd never play
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But it almost feels okay
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Circumnavigate this body
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Of wonder and uncertainty
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Armed with every precious failure
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And amateur cartography
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I breath in deep before
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I spread those maps out on my bedroom floor
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And I'm leaning on this broken fence
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Between past and present tense
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And I'm losing all those stupid games
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That I swore I'd never play
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But it feels okay
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And I'm leaving with goodbye
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And I'm losing but I'll try
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With the last ways left
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To remember sing
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My imperfect offering
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Aside
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The Weakerthans |