Letra de Aside

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 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 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