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Portland Fun Song (feat. Tiffany Boulanger)
by Chris Bjornn
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Porch punks blurring lines of life
And wishful living, I'm trying to find
Mama, I've drank so many beers
The less I have, the more I crave
I'll take these worries to my grave
I only wish that you'd just say, "I'm here"
So, I'm swallowing the cupboards to reach a blinding apathy
When you're miles from your home, sometimes you never really leave
As a roaming, silent stranger, there's so much I want to see
As a depressed narcissistic traveler, I've hitched my way to just see me and my memories
And it's all too much to handle
It's the third time I've felt this way
The Portland River drowned my sorrows
I should have been drowning more that day
In no way could I use a smoke
Yet, here I am, puffing away
Finding solace, in a moment, I'll be filling up the tray
Cause you didn't say "I love you"
Well, I feel weird
And kind of stupid
And the walls look like they're swimming
And my thoughts
Well, they feel jagged
And I still wanna die
But I feel happy
And it's all too much to handle
It's the third time I've felt this way
The Portland River drowned my sorrows
I should have been drowning myself that day
Porch punks blurring lines of life
And wishful living, I'm trying to find
Mama, I've drank so many beers
The less I have, the more I crave
I'll take these worries to my grave
I only wish that you'd just say, "I'm here"
So, I'm swallowing the cupboards to reach a blinding apathy
When you're miles from your home, sometimes you never really leave
As a roaming, silent stranger, there's so much I want to see
As a depressed narcissistic traveler, I've hitched my way to just see me and my memories
And it's all too much to handle
It's the third time I've felt this way
The Portland River drowned my sorrows
I should have been drowning more that day
In no way could I use a smoke
Yet, here I am, puffing away
Finding solace, in a moment, I'll be filling up the tray
Cause you didn't say "I love you"
Well, I feel weird
And kind of stupid
And the walls look like they're swimming
And my thoughts
Well, they feel jagged
And I still wanna die
But I feel happy
And it's all too much to handle
It's the third time I've felt this way
The Portland River drowned my sorrows
I should have been drowning myself that day
