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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 malls and knives

and drowning in the pools of other lives

rely a bit to heavily

on alcohol and irony

get clobbered on my courtesy

in love with love and lousy poetry



and i'm leaning on this 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



and i'm leaning on this broken fence

between past and present tense

and i'm losing all these stupid games

that i swore i'd never play

but it feels okay



and i'm leaving

wave goodbye

and i'm losing

but i'll try

with the last ways left

to remember

sing my imperfect offering