Aside Songtext
von The Weakerthans

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