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 to about,
How it's 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 is how it's going to be
How's it going to be
When you don't know me, any more
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
Thanks a Lot
It's all in your mind, She said the darkness and the light,
The clock, it bleeds for you but you never got the time in right,
I woke you up and I slit the throat of your confidence,
And we laughed in the night, And I felt allright.
All hands on deck boys 'cause this ship was made to sink.
Your swabber salutes you now, but I know what he's thinking.
I woke you up and I slit the throat of your confidence,
And we laughed in the night, And I felt allright.
Thanks a lot,
The clothes she wears mis-fit, and she's nervous when she speaks,
Her zombie mom and dad live in a separate house of freaks.
I woke you up and I slit the throat of your confi
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