how's it gonna be
2003-09-09 @ 9:19 p.m.
thinking a lot about death and depression today . and life and dreams and so on . and everything and nothing all at once . sometimes it all seems so empty and pointless and other times it all seems so lovely and beautiful . i just can't make up my mind . one day in ten years you won't be here . any of you . less . i wonder if you'll miss me . but people come and go . i feel like crying .
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
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, anymore
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
