All the stupid lies I hide behind; it's such a big mistake lying here in your warm embrace
I'm home for christmas.
I'm bored.
I miss Portland.
I miss you mostly.
Oh, you're almost home. I've been waiting for you to come in. Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again. I think I'll go out and embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in the street. You say I choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me. Maybe you're right
I'm bored.
I miss Portland.
I miss you mostly.
Oh, you're almost home. I've been waiting for you to come in. Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again. I think I'll go out and embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in the street. You say I choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me. Maybe you're right