Park - Pomona for Empuse lyrics

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]