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 wanna get out of this.
I wonder, is there anything I'm gonna miss,
I wonder how's it gonna be? when it goes down.
How's it gonna be? when you're not around.
How's it gonna be? when there's no one there to talk to,
between you and me well I don't care how's it gonna be?
Where we used to laugh, there's a shouting match.
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch, the silents we can't ignore,
like the hammock by the doorway, we spend time there,
springs empty, we haven't seen lightning since last fall,
but it was always out to get me
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