Are we still connected or was it just a plot,

To get yourself off, and hope that I'm not 

Listening when it happens. 

(she said) 

I can't begin to say how sorry I am, 

I never meant for this to happen. 

The Sun goes down, the knives come out.. 



I'm on the island you left me on, 

Such a sickening strip of sand; 

No lifeboats, no getting off. 



We give up, we give in, we take what we can; 

We're trapped deep without a second chance. 

We give up, we give in, withought blinking; 

Jesus Christ, what was I thinking? 



Oh these lungs desperatley filled by someone 

Starving and sad, 

Because you know your lover, 

Won't be back. 

All these words , useless and absurd 

Such a sight of this, 

Makes the harbor and the water sick. 



Shall I stay rejected or end up drunk and soft 

Like a bitter old man sunk in his veins 

Trying not to get caught. 

(he says) 

I know you didn't miss the sound that I made; 

It's simple,and sad, and easy to fake. 

The liquids down, the knives come out. 



I'm on the island you left me on, 

Such a sickening strip of sand; 

No lifeboats, no getting off. 



We give up, we give in, we take what we can; 

We're trapped deep without a second chance. 

We give up, we give in, withought thinking; 

I'll be there the night you go down. 



Oh these lungs desperatley filled by someone 

Starving and sad, 

Because you know your lover, 

Won't be back. 

All these words , useless and absurd 

Such a sight of this, 

Makes the harbor and the water sick. 



I understand your reasons, 

For this awkward dance. 

I'd leave me, too, 

If I thought I had the slightest chance. 



I cry aloud to these sheets they grip back tight. 

I fall asleep to the sound of my own life. 

If I drink this bottle fast enough, 

I might get lucky and won't wake up. [x2]