Scrubbing the Mold

Well she's on her own now and she can do whatever she choose
I'm in the clouds showing symptoms of the Weird Portland Blues
I carry on in a sweatpants prom calmly scrubbing the mold
Gunna make it better with the right amount of Tuesdays
Revelation afternoons
To learn the whole world exists only to fuck with my mood
I really should no better than to blame the weather at all
Still I'm complaining saying nothing too important

Now I don't know how to act around you
But this doesn't feel like it used to, honest
Lingered on to the front lawn
I was never one for making my mind up to tell you
Had a heart to heart with a hero
Realized we have nothing in common
Except we both drive drowsy often
And there's a lot we want to accomplish