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]