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