Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weakerthans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Tait
Songwriter
John K. Samson
Songwriter
John P. Sutton
Songwriter
Steven Carroll
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
Written by: Jason Tait, John K. Samson, John P. Sutton, Steven Carroll