 
Fake Buildings - Some Days I'm Full of Smoke
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I feel as if my life has been a series of reminders 
A cluster of opaque balloons in a blue-green sky 
The chairs of the world dig into my spine 
And I know how much I've borrowed 
This is someone's voice, but it isn't mine. 
I want to celebrate the clumsiness of hands, 
I want to celebrate the clumsiness of feet. 
I try to measure out the weight of the demands 
That I impose upon the people that I meet 
Do I get that wrong? 
Oh, man. I get that wrong often enough. 
Some days I'm full of smoke 
Some days I'm barely here at all. 
Now that I've hung from the bones of the night 
Now that my lungs are full of sky 
I dream of Republican women 
I dream that we've all been forgiven 
I dream that every building in the mile end 
Is bathed in waves of woven light 
From here on out 
I want to be a person whose uncertainty 
Is with me like a fat, ecstatic, friend. 
I want to cultivate my mind, 
I want to listen to that silence 
I want to be kinder than I am 
But will I see that through?
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released April 5, 2017 
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Caleb Glasser in Shed Paradise, Halifax N.S. 
This song is part of an ongoing cycle of 365 songs, each of which commemorates a specific date in the calender cycle. This song commemorates the date June 12th.