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.