Measure me in metered lines, in 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 mall, and
knives, and drowning in the pools of over lives.
Rely a bit to heavily on alcohol and irony. Get
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/QSE ]clobbered on by courtesy, in love with love, and
lousy poetry. And I'm leaning on a broken fence
between Past and Present tense. And I'm losing all
these stupid games that I swore I'd never play.
And it almost feels okay. Circumnavigate this body
of wonder and uncertainty. Armed with every
previous failure, and amateur cartography, I
breathe in deep before I spread these maps out on
my bedroom floor. Leaving. Wave goodbye. Losing,
but I'll try, with the last ways left, to
remember. Sing my imperfect offering.