POMONA FOR EMPUSA by PARK 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] [ www.dailyrics.com ] POMONAFOREMPUSA by PARK