I slept a little last night
But I don't think I closed my eyes
I'll tell you I'm alright
You should know I'm good at lies
I'm tired and terrified
And I'm sick of being scared
My brain is kinda fried
Maybe I'm just unprepared
Maybe a change of scenery
Will cure my misery
I'd like plane tickets but I can't afford 'em
So I'm going to Portland
I had a drink last night
And I was nowhere to be found
I'd like to think it was one drink
Only if the whole bottle counts
I'm a servant to the rush
And I believe in laying low
But when someone says to hush
I like to give it to them slow
Maybe I need to leave
So my mind can finally breathe
I don't need no beach of sand
I'm going to Portland
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
I slept a little last night
But I don't think I closed my eyes
I'll tell you I'm alright
You should know I'm good at lies
I'm tired and terrified
And I'm sick of being scared
My brain is kinda fried
Maybe I'm just unprepared
Maybe a change of scenery
Will cure my misery
I'd like plane tickets but I can't afford 'em
So I'm going to Portland
I had a drink last night
And I was nowhere to be found
I'd like to think it was one drink
Only if the whole bottle counts
I'm a servant to the rush
And I believe in laying low
But when someone says to hush
I like to give it to them slow
Maybe I need to leave
So my mind can finally breathe
I don't need no beach of sand
I'm going to Portland
