Is it quieter now Than before she was gone? Did the hush of unspoken things Suck the air from the room? Was it quieter then When the TV was on? And the crack of an open beer Pick-up note for a song So he works on the car And she sparks up a joint Each is wondering: Are they still mad at me? But forgotten the point As the house catches fire Not a word to be said Years of memories burn to ash In a white noise of dread The unbearable quiet In the smoldering frame He'd fill the vacuum with yells and screams But it won't numb the pain Was it something I said? Was it something she did? Was there ever a choice? Is it quieter now Than when he bit his tongue? Is it quieter now Without anyone to practice upon?