So as I stand here dying of silence tonight
The quiet spell you slung at the ceiling fan
You will return again
Why?
I ask myself sometimes
Dine on small talk after school
why?
I ask myself sometimes
So as the mood gets darker and darker tonight
I can't help but feel a little uncomfortable, alright?
You will return again
Why?
I ask myself sometimes
Dine on small talk after school
why?
