Lletres: Third Eye Blind. 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,
I wonder 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
Want to get back in again
The soft dive of oblivion