| Song | Disconnect |
| Artist | Man Overboard |
| Album | Before We Met: a Collection of Old Songs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I drove through Berlin tonight. | |
| Straight shot down the highway and through my chest. | |
| And I thought about missing you and the meaning of the word futile. | |
| I walked around this rainy college campus | |
| on a Sunday for three hours. | |
| I thought about home and how you wouldn’t be there. | |
| And I thought of me and how you just don’t care. | |
| But I could swear I saw your reflection | |
| in the puddle of rain on the concrete. | |
| You were standing next to me and your lips were on my cheek. | |
| And I can swear I feel the dissection | |
| of the whole me when you leave. | |
| And I’ve grown to hate this connection that I weave. | |
| I drowned you in alcohol last night. | |
| But you poked air holes through my chest. | |
| You fought hard to maintain your place in my heart and on my mind. | |
| Connections wearing thin. |
| I drove through Berlin tonight. | |
| Straight shot down the highway and through my chest. | |
| And I thought about missing you and the meaning of the word futile. | |
| I walked around this rainy college campus | |
| on a Sunday for three hours. | |
| I thought about home and how you wouldn' t be there. | |
| And I thought of me and how you just don' t care. | |
| But I could swear I saw your reflection | |
| in the puddle of rain on the concrete. | |
| You were standing next to me and your lips were on my cheek. | |
| And I can swear I feel the dissection | |
| of the whole me when you leave. | |
| And I' ve grown to hate this connection that I weave. | |
| I drowned you in alcohol last night. | |
| But you poked air holes through my chest. | |
| You fought hard to maintain your place in my heart and on my mind. | |
| Connections wearing thin. |
| I drove through Berlin tonight. | |
| Straight shot down the highway and through my chest. | |
| And I thought about missing you and the meaning of the word futile. | |
| I walked around this rainy college campus | |
| on a Sunday for three hours. | |
| I thought about home and how you wouldn' t be there. | |
| And I thought of me and how you just don' t care. | |
| But I could swear I saw your reflection | |
| in the puddle of rain on the concrete. | |
| You were standing next to me and your lips were on my cheek. | |
| And I can swear I feel the dissection | |
| of the whole me when you leave. | |
| And I' ve grown to hate this connection that I weave. | |
| I drowned you in alcohol last night. | |
| But you poked air holes through my chest. | |
| You fought hard to maintain your place in my heart and on my mind. | |
| Connections wearing thin. |