Sangtekster:
Weakerthans The Reconstruction Site

I'm lost, I'm afraid A frayed rope tying down a leaky boat To the roof of a car on the road in the dark And it's snowing If I'm more, then it means less

I want to call a request through heating vents, And hear them answered with a whispered no, To crack the code of muscles slack and tense, Let every second

Doctors played your dosage like a card trick. Scrabbled down the hallways yelling Yahtzee. I brought books on Hopper, and the Artic, something called

Just one more drink and then I should be on my way home I'm not entirely sure what your talking about I've had a really nice time but my dogs need to

Why don?t you ever want to play? I?m tired of this piece of string You sleep as much as I do now and you Don?t eat much of anything I don?t know who

How I don't know how to sing, I can barely play this thing, But you never seem to mind, And you tell me to fuck off, When I need somebody to, How you

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

Let the waitress put the chairs up, let the glasses that you broke, form a picture of our leader with a halo made of smoke. Let the golden oldies station

Let the waitress put the chairs up, let the glasses that you broke, form a picture of our leader with a halo made of smoke. Let the golden oldies station