yeah people stop and stare

through stale smoke air

the fireworks blare

she asks me


so then i came clean

and killed the dream

finale seen

so quickly


the fake smiles made it seem sadder

perceptions all torn and tattered and now


find myself walking by

tabor park - one spring night

its where our future died

and these same portland lights

will help me find my way

past wet blurred street signs

some lawn at day ill lay

and pass out clutching cheap red wine


i think i spent the greater part of tonight

just waiting for you

on the chance that id meet up with the girl

i never outgrew


but now with shit to show

its kinda hard to let you go

kick this dust off my clothes

spit the dust out my mouth

make my way downtown


waking up to city sounds

ill take one last look around

and if the streets are empty then ill

let the raindrops wipe me clean of you