It's 2 A.M. again and I can feel it in the space behind my eyes. I keep spending these days losing friends while I lose my motivation. The flooded sidewalks had might as well be rivers keeping me from making the most of where I live. But the patterns are unavoidable.
One day you'll find you want to leave this god damn city behind and that's the way you'll know that it's your home. Maybe you'll start to say, "Sitting on this couch just isn't my way," it's the little things that waste all of my time.
Back home to the empty houses and the people out of work. It's easy to forget how bad things are when you're gone from all the dirt. The meth heads squatting houses and the gangs that roam the streets while I'm 600 miles away complaining about the lack of heat. But the sun still shines in Oregon and when it does it's much more sweet. You know the day won't come when you proclaim you're sick of the summer heat.
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