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By Third Eye Blind Submitted by Jane Rain Date: 2011 Nov 24 Comment on this Work [[2011.11.24.11.04.24522]] |
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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? I wonder how it's 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’s no one there to talk to between you and me? 'Cause I don't care How's it going to be? 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 hammock by the doorway we spent time in Swing's empty I don't see lightning like last fall when it was always about to hit me I wonder how's it going to be when it goes down How's it going to be when you're not around? How's it going to be when you found out there was nothing between you and me? 'Cause I don't care How's it going to be? And how's it going to be when you don't know me anymore? And how's it going to be? I wanna get myself back in again The soft dive of oblivion… I wanna taste the salt of your skin The soft dive of oblivion…oblivion How's it going to be when you don't know me any more? How's it going to be? How's it going to be? |