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?

I wonder how it's 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's no one there to talk to between you and me?
'Cause I 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 hammock
by the doorway we spent time in swings empty,
I don't see lightning like last fall,
when it was always about to hit me.

I wonder how's it going to be, when it goes down?
How's it going to be, when you're not around?
How's it going to be, when you find out there is nothing
between you and me?
Because I care, 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?

I want to get myself back in again.
The soft dive of oblivion.
I want to taste the salt of your skin,
the soft dive of oblivion.

How's it going to be, when you don't know me anymore?

How's it going to be?