In Portland, the nightmares got so bad I was giving up 
sleeping. You were all I had in the hours I was keeping. 
Baggy-eyed in an all night restaurant. Sucking back 
coffee straight from the coffee pot. Swapping stories of 
our childhood and always stumbling. Trying to get the 
words together but they weren't coming. Laughing to 
ourselves and wearing what we're finding. Knee-deep in 
the world and going dumpster diving. I spent alot of time 
making constellations from the freckles on your face. 
That one's Patty Duke. That one's a manta ray. The time 
went by and all we did was try to forget about the stupid 
lives we left behind. And the only time I know was when I 
was with you. Allergic to the kittens you were dragging 
home, but everytime they purred it reminded me of why I'd 
left and why it was so worth it. All curled up and lying 
on a bed of concrete with the only person in this world 
more fucked than me. Chorus.