Dreaming I was headed home It was nice 'Till I saw you on the corner and acted like I didn't But you waved, all the same, came right Over on the sidewalk Said hi We walked a mile by the house and until we hit the river It was great, like it'd been in July You were starting to mention that you hated how you left Then I woke up in Texas with a headache and no new texts Might be why I'm so bad at goodbyes For all I know, it could be the last time I can't move on in my sleep each night And wish those dreams would be real life I would go to Portland For a while I heard the grass is always greener there But I've never seen it: is it rain, or it may be a lie? Pretty sure it's all just as lush With time And a little bit of effort I'm having trouble breathing, oh god, I'm hardly alive Maybe I would be more inclined to stay and wander less If I could wake up in Texas without scrolling through old texts Might be why I'm so bad at goodbyes For all I know, it could be the last time I can't move on in my sleep each night And wish those dreams would be real life Might be why I'm so bad at goodbyes For all I know, it could be the last time I can't move on in my sleep each night And wish those dreams would be real life