Debate Exposes Doubt - Death Cab for Cutie

The workdays were propping the bar Quietly erasing the week

And I was in a corner-booth

Thinking, pretending to read, about the impossibility

Of one to love unconditionally

And the words that we drive into the ground

Their repetition starts to thin their meaning

Then everything got frighteningly still

As they entered and intersected the floor

And I tried to choke my stare at the

Perfection that others would kill for

But all of the parts are the same on every face- few variables change

The differences pale when compared

To the similarities they share

Finally, there is clarity

And there is purpose after all

But every night ends the same as I’m

Collapsing once more by your side

Finally, there is clarity

This tiny life is making sense

And every drop numbs the both of us

But I alone am staggering