 |
|






 |
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
How's it going to be by Third Eye Blind 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 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 about to hit me I guess that's how it's going to be Want to get back in again The soft dive of oblivian Current Mood: nauseated
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
 |
 |
|
 |
|
 |