Lyrics: Diagnosis
Album: Fallow
Artist: Weakerthans, The
 

I have a headache.
I have a sore back.
I have a letter I can’t send.
I have desire, it falters and falls down, it calls you up drunk at three or four a.m. to wonder when…wonderful.
All the cheap tricks I tried too hard not to pull.
Pulled along or pulled apart.
The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart.
I have a story that I’d like to tell you, it’s littered with settings and second takes.
I have a feeling that hums with the street lights and hides under ice in always frozen lakes.
My mistake to make you cringe.
Another greeting like a broken creaky hinge to oil and push or pry apart.
The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart.
Found a cure for being sure, and, sure as anything, I’ll smile for my reckoning.