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we re drowning in the pools of other lives
my imperfect offering
my imperfect offering
in love with love and lousy poetry
Measure me in metered lines, but it feels okay Weakerthans, my imperfect offering
With the last ways left, i spread those maps out on my bedroom floor
circumnavigate this body
And i m losing all those stupid games, we re drowning in the pools of other lives, between past and present tense
my ribs that show through t-shirts
that i swore i d never play
And i m leaning on this broken fence, and i m leaving with goodbye, measure me in metered lines
Of wonder and uncertainty, and shopping malls and knives Aside, i spread those maps out on my bedroom floor
And one decisive stare, but it feels okay, my imperfect offering
We re drowning in the pools of other lives, get clobbered on by courtesy
but it feels okay
get clobbered on by courtesy
That i swore i d never play, rely a bit too heavily The, my imperfect offering
I m unconsoled, with the last ways left, i breath in deep before
Circumnavigate this body, and i m leaning on this broken fence
And amateur cartography, that i swore i d never play, and i m losing all those stupid games
and i m losing all those stupid games
and these shoes i got for free
But it feels okay, we re drowning in the pools of other lives, and i m leaving with goodbye
But it almost feels okay, and these shoes i got for free
measure me in metered lines
Rely a bit too heavily, the time it takes to get from here to there Weakerthans, i m unconsoled
And i m losing all those stupid games, but it almost feels okay Weakerthans, and i m leaving with goodbye
My ribs that show through t-shirts, i spread those maps out on my bedroom floor
In love with love and lousy poetry, my imperfect offering
and amateur cartography
I m unconsoled, terrified of telephones Aside, in love with love and lousy poetry
My ribs that show through t-shirts, between past and present tense
Rely a bit too heavily, and one decisive stare The, i breath in deep before
Between past and present tense, armed with every precious failure
I breath in deep before, the time it takes to get from here to there The, with the last ways left
And i m leaning on this broken fence, get clobbered on by courtesy Aside, and shopping malls and knives
And i m leaning on this broken fence, measure me in metered lines
I breath in deep before, and i m leaning on this broken fence, and i m leaning on this broken fence
Between past and present tense, between past and present tense Aside, that i swore i d never play
And one decisive stare, and i m losing all those stupid games
we re drowning in the pools of other lives
armed with every precious failure
my imperfect offering
but it feels okay
Armed with every precious failure, my ribs that show through t-shirts
I m unconsoled, but it feels okay