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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 un-consoled, 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 by 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 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 amateur cartography,
I breathe in 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. Wave goodbye.
And I'm losing, but I'll try, with the last ways left, to remember.
Sing my imperfect offering.
- Album:
- No Closer to Heaven
- Sleeping on Trash
- Manton Street
- The Greatest Generation
- The Upsides
- Get Stoked On It!
- The Upsides (Deluxe Edition)
- Cardinals
- Cigarettes & Saints
- The Glamour Kills Tour Compilation
- Punk Is Dead. Get a Job.
- Another Hopeless Summer 2012
- Split Tracks
- Sleeping On Trash: A Collection of Songs Recorded 2005-2010
- Another Hopeless Summer 2013
- 2013 Warped Tour Compilation
- Passing Through a Screen Door
- Dismantling Summer
- Another Hopeless Summer
- Soundwave 2015