but we were so much better then
is this twenties? is this city life?
is this portland? just getting better at
rolling cigarettes and seeing with rain in
our eyes, avoiding literary theory at all costs

you don't have to open yourself up to everyone,
you don't have to open yourself up to anyone

we were so much better then, with callalilies ahead
and turning up the best part of the song, saying the best things
now i don't know who is asleep on my couch or what i've been
doing in my apartment for the last few days
or if i want to stay in portland
or if i was so much better than i am now
low eyes, blowing smoke at the fremont as i walk
into the hollow, wondering if this is as good as it gets