A heavy fog hangs in these places.
Separating each of us
obscuring faces.
Repeated Questions, Repeated Questions.
Small talk is fucking aimless
I guess we'll have to admit it,
even if we don't want to face it.
When it's over (yeah it's over)
I guess we'll have to admit it,
even if we don't want to face it.
When it's over (yeah it's over)
When it's over, When it's over, just move on.
Keep your eyes down, keep your mouth shut.
Moving on, growing apart.
Answer my questions. Answer my questions.
We're so obnoxious, we should be helping
Divided opinions
laid onto the table
resenting new beginnings
in any way we're able
Here's the answer - friendships failing.