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]