So as I stand here dying of silence
Tonight
The quiet spell you slug at the ceiling fan
You will return again
Why?
I ask myself sometimes
Why?
Not small talk after
Why?
I ask myself sometimes
So as the mood gets darker and darker
Tonight
Can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable alright
You will return again
Why?
I ask myself sometimes
Why?
Not small talk after
Why…why…why?
Why?
I ask myself sometimes
Why?
Why? (why?)
I ask myself sometimes
Why…why…why?