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