作曲 : Mitchell
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]