Port the prettiest princess in portland
Who never dreamed
The sort who insist ideas
Important on everything
The most realistic idealist
You've ever seen
You see the scene
Behind eyes tinted with yellow, green
A mellow theme
The most rested, and dresses clean
You're so restless
And hate the rain mary jane
The only thing that replace the pain
You take the train
An everyday occurrence
With no umbrella a purist
Who doesn't trust the tourist
And know the earth is just a circus
He ask you wanna leave this place
You say ok lets race a way
This very day and chase a plane
Whole worlds open and
The scope of your hopin leaves you
Unafraid to show emotion when he
Bring your feet back to the ocean
You had a dream
Rather the dream wrapped like sheets
To your feet, you sleep for weeks
And for every day you sleep the sleet
Hammers nails into the streets
Pillow clouds are shrouds that gather round
The sun falls down beneath the ground
You pull your covers, thunder sounds
This duvet weighs a hundred pounds
Inside the dream reign normalcy
Which callously remind you of the fallacy
In actuality the port twitches
Back insides the storms intrinsic
Remember Every Moment before you miss it
Relay every moment poem it qoute it
You hear the birds out side the window
Defer your dream, pixel pane erosion
As one world closes your eyelids open
Sand in your toes hands in the ocean
Now you know this can't be a dream
You reach for the port on your neck and it seems
Theres nothing left except his breath
The air feels right inside your chest
Your'e ok you're free, life is exactly how you
Always dreamed that it would be
The sun rises you dance across the sand
Abandoned all plans so easily
But this is peace is only ported
Assorted portions of of another world
Where possibilities are enormous
Brought to you through amorphous
Cordless orchids and nerves that send
Your mind a million micro ports of purpose
But one day you'll have your promised land
Just take his hand and keep hopin
The whole world is your ocean