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

 [bad word] ]
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
 [bad word] alright
you will return again

 [bad word] 

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