10.01.02, 04:19.
my favourite chords.

they're tearing up streets again, they're building a new hotel, the mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down. me and my anger sit, folding a paper bird, letting the curtains turn to beating wings. i wish i had a socket set to dismantle this morning. just one pair of clean socks, and a photo of you.

when you get off work tonight, meet me at the construction site. we'll write some notes to tape to the heavy machines. like "we hope they treat you well", "hope you don't work too hard", "we hope you get to be happy sometimes". and bring your swiss army knife and a bottle of something and i'll bring some spraypaint and a new deck of cards.

i've found the safest place to keep all our tenderness, to keep all those bad ideas, to keep all our hope. it's here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner ear- it's such an enormous thing to walk and to listen.

and i'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing, in a room near a truck stop on a highway somewhere.

you are a radio, you are an open door, i am a faulty string of blue christmas lights. you swim through frequencies, you let that stranger in, 'cause i'm blinking off and on and off again.

we've got a lot of time, or maybe we don't. but i'd like to think so, so let me pretend.

these are my favourite chords, i know you like them too. when i get a new guitar, you can have this one. and sing me a lullabye, sing me the alphabet, sing me a story i haven't heard yet.

--the weakerthans, "my favourite chords".