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.