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 scene, 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. It's where our future died and these same Portland lights will help me find my way past wet blurred street signs. Some lawn at day I’ll 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 I’d meet up with the girl I never outgrew. But now with shit to show it's 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. I’ll take one last look around and if the streets are empty then I'll let the raindrops wipe me clean of you.