'm trying not to wonder where you are All this time lingers, undefined Someone choose who's left and who's leaving Memory will rust and erode into lists
译文: Weakerthans的. 左和离开.
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
So the fields are stubble, the garden is done where the scary scarecrow stands and sees her holding up horizons with her hands. She's so tired of reading
explain? Wish on everything. Pray that she remains proud and strange and so hopelessly hopeful. (Wishes and prayers are the way that we leave the lonely alone and
puke-green sofa and the outline to a complicated dream of dignity. For a laugh too loud and too long For a place where awkward belongs And a sign recovery
keep taxes down, and me and my anger sit folding a paper bird, letting the curtains turn to beating wings. Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this morning. And
around. I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest, then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground. I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight, and
we're rolling neon lights and slinking purple skies squeeze out soft regrets from all our lives as i greet another door that opens in to that place that
left on. There's a pace to our direction. There's a movie-still of a heart I'd like to mention. We're listing what's left: a signed Slayer t-shirt, a
you were four and can't remember. Where a small knife tears out those sloppy seams, and the silence knows what you silence means, and your metaphors (
I count to three and grin. You smile and let me in. We sit and watch the wall you painted purple. Speech will spill on space. Our little cups of grace
A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush, contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung on a tunnel of silent shivering
m trying not to wonder where you are. All this time lingers, undefined. Someone choose who's left and who's leaving. Memory will rust and erode into lists
