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
Yeah, I'm writing in here because not many people read these things anymore, everyone has moved on to.... myspace, which a xanga stop
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