i'm only pretty sure that i cann't take anymore
before you take a swing
i wonder
what are we fighting for
when i say outloud
i want to get out of this
i wonder
is there anything im going to miss
how's it going to be
when you don't know me
how's it going to be
when you're sure
i'm not there
how's it going to be
when there is no one there to talk to about
how's it going to be cause i don't care
how's it going to be where we used to laugh
there's a shouding match
sharp as a thumbnail scratch
a silence i can't ignore
like...
the hammocks and the door ways
we spent time in
swing empty
dont see lightning like last fall when it was always about to hit me
i guess that's how it's going to be
want to get back in again
the soft dive of oblivion
