Well she's on her own now and she can do whatever she choose I'm in the clouds showing symptoms of the Weird Portland Blues I carry on in a sweatpants prom calmly scrubbing the mold Gunna make it better with the right amount of Tuesdays Revelation afternoons To learn the whole world exists only to fuck with my mood I really should no better than to blame the weather at all Still I'm complaining saying nothing too important Now I don't know how to act around you But this doesn't feel like it used to, honest Lingered on to the front lawn I was never one for making my mind up to tell you Had a heart to heart with a hero Realized we have nothing in common Except we both drive drowsy often And there's a lot we want to accomplish