History To The Defeated
Weakerthans
There's blood in the sink, and he's plunging his wrists in.
A hangover halo is washing away.
Mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror,
Stands up in his derelict daydreams.
Always too tall,
Always walked around wearing a smile that was never quite sure of itself.
Planning a future of failures inflicted in phone calls
From strip clubs and bail bonds.
Don't give me that look,
I looked harder than most did,
Let details like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes.
Soft-traced to frown as I put the receiver down.
Where do I go for a pardon?
There's a light 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 car up on blocks in his mother's back yard.
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