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
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 leaning, wave goodbye And I'm losing, but I'll try With the last way left To remember this, sing My imperfect offering