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's it gonna be, When you don't know me? How's it gonna be, When you're sure I'm not there? How's it gonna be, When there's no one there to talk to? Between you and me 'Cause I don't care, how's it gonna be
How's it gonna 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 gonna be, when it goes down? How's it gonna be, when you're not around? How's it gonna be, when you found out there was nothin' between you and me? 'Cause I don't care, how's it gonna be.
-Third Eye Blind circa 1997-
Escapism? Frustration? Or disillusion?
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