before you take a swing
 i wonder
 what are we fighting for
 when i say outloud
 i want to get out of this
 i wonder
 is there anything im 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's it going to be cause i don't care
 how's it going to be where we used to laugh
 there's a shouding match
 sharp as a thumbnail scratch

 a silence i can't ignore
 like...

 the hammocks and the door ways
 we spent time in
 swing empty
 dont 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