the weakerthans - history to the defeated lyrics

there's blood in the sink, and he's plunging his wrists in.
a hangover halo is washing away.
mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror,
stands up in his derelict daydreams.
always too tall,
always walked around wearing a smile that was never quite sure of itself.
planning a future of failures inflicted in phone calls
from strip clubs and bail bonds.
don't give me that look,
i looked harder than most did,
let details like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes.
soft-traced to frown as i put the receiver down.
where do i go for a pardon?
there's a light left on.
there's a pace to our direction.
there's a movie-still of a heart i'd like to mention.
we're listing what's left: a signed slayer t-shirt,
a car up on blocks in his mother's back yard.