So as I stand here dying of silence tonight,
The quiet spell you slung on the ceiling fan
You will return again,


[chorus:]
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,

Can't help but feel a little
uncomfortable alright
you will return again


[chorus]


Why?
I ask myself sometimes
Why, why , why?

I ask myself sometimes
Why, why, why?