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