text: 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
  Im unconsoled
  Im lonely
  I am so much better than I used to be
  Terrified of telephones
  And shopping malls and knives
  Were 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 Im leaning on this broken fence
  Between past and present tense
  And Im losing all those stupid games
  That I swore Id never play
  But it almost feels okay
  Circumnavigate this body
  Of wonder and uncertainty
  Armed with every precious failure
  And amateur cartography
  I breath in deep before
  I spread those maps out on my bedroom floor...
  And Im leaning on this broken fence
  Between past and present tense
  And Im losing all those stupid games
  That I swore Id never play
  But it feels okay
  And Im leaving with goodbye
  And Im losing but Ill try
  With the last ways left
  To remember, sing
  My imperfect offering