Weakerthans - A new name for everything

When the ^Fbus-shelter windows and napkin-dispensers sur^Amprise with dis^Gtorted reflections, it's never the someone you're ^Fhoping to recognize. When the ^Frent is too high living here between reasons to ^Amlive, and you ^Gcan't sleep alone, and your memories groan, and the ^Fborders of night start to give.

^FWhen ^Gyou ^Fcan't ^Fsave ^Fcash or conviction; you're ^Gbroke and you're breaking-a ^Ftired shoelace or a ^Fwave. So ^Flong past, past-due. A ^Gnew name for everything.^F

When the ^Fone-ways collude with the map that you folded wr^Among, and the ^Groute you abandoned is always the path that you ^Fprobably should be upon. When the ^Fbottle-cap ashtrays and intimate's ears are all ^Amfull with re^Gsults of your breath, and the threads of your fear are un^Ffurled with the tiniest pull.

^FOne ^Gmore ^Ftime, ^Ftry. ^FStand with your hands in your ^Gpockets and stare at the ^Fsmudge on a newspaper ^Fsky, and ^Fask it to rain a ^Gnew name for everything.^F

^AmFire ^Gevery ^Fphrase. They don't ^Gwant to work for us ^Fanymore. ^AmDot and ^GDash our ^Fdays. Make your ^Gface the flag of a se^Fmaphore.

^FAll ^Gyou ^Fwon't ^Fshow. The ^Fboxes you brought here and ^Gnever unpacked are still ^Fpatiently waiting to ^Fgo. So ^Fput on those clothes you ^Gnever grew into, and ^Fsmile like you mean it for ^Fonce. If ^Fyou come back, bring a ^Gnew name for every^Fthing.