Over a year later and I'm still alive.

And you still don't deserve me.

The Best Parts of Lonely

"I wish that I could claim these words as my own but they've come from someone who understands this world far better than I could ever imagine."
-Jamison Covington



Left and Leaving - The Weakerthans
My city's still breathing (but barely, it's true)
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you.
Sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know
will never take me anywhere but here.
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
the strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say "I wanted it this way."
Wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'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 of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires
new words for old desires
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home