So as I stand here dying of silence tonight
The quiet spell you slung at the ceiling fan
It 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?
It will return again

Why?
I ask myself sometimes
Dine on small talk after school
Why?

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