| Lyrics: | 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?
[Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics] |
