Broadway Calls Heartbreak In Portland's Living Room
I’ve had enough talk of rainy skies.
The weather is the last thing that’s on my mind.
I’ve fallen half awake while you laugh at my mistakes.
I’m all messed up but you’re alright.
There’s still laughter hidden deep in your eyes.
I see it every day, just most times it’s not for me.
This can’t go on and on forever,
unless we crash into each other.
I take my pen and force this day to never end.
So take. Take my hand. Take me anywhere.
Leave. Leave my lungs with no hint of air.
But if that’s too much to ask,
then just let me go and walk on past.
I’m leaving Pioneer Square.
I see it all from a new perspective.
My only goal was to be respected.
Years from now how will it seem?
Like a nightmare or faded dream?
So tell me, what’s wrong with being me?
And tell me, what’s wrong with being free?
Besides the fact that I’m going to miss you all the time.
