How's it going to be
I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore,
Before you take a swing, I wonder what are we
fighting for
When I say out loud, I want to get out of this,
I wonder, Is there anything I'm 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 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 shouting match,
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch,
A silence I can't ignore,
Like . . . The hammocks and the doorways we spent
time in,
swing empty,
Don't see lightning like last fall when it was
always about to hit
me,
I guess that's how it's going to be.
How's it going to be, When you don't know me anymore,
How's it going to be,
Want to get myself back in again,
The soft dive of oblivion,
Want to taste the salt of your skin
The soft dive of oblivion. |
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