Aside

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
 And drowning in the pools of other lives
 Rely a bit too 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'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