Weakerthans lyrics uncorrected proofs lyrics

as for myself, I am always forgetting

what it was I wasn't going to write about

what I wasn't going to say again

-Catherine Hunter



The mirrors and the unacknowledged nods. Dial tones and

license plates. The words you didn't choose. Everything the

day's too small to hold spills on to the dusk, and shorts the

evening's fuse. So you fumble for a voice, and sing "Happy

Birthday." Read it to yourself again. The stories always end

the same. She can't stay and he won't run, and fear is where

they're calling from. Staunch the blood from countless tiny

cuts. We're all out of bandages. The heaters rattle, taunt.

Sifting through translucent shards of glass, looking for a

filament that lit the life you want. So you fumble for the

phone, grasp the cord and pull. Will your readership complain

the stories always end the same? He can't stay and she won't

run, and fear is where they're calling from. Afraid is where

you're calling from.