Small Talk

My, how things get stranger
We inherit these behaviors
See where we got 'em

No I'm as much a product as the remainder
Of all the advice of those strangers
That I never wanted

As concerned as we were when we learned
How things could turn around
I think we prefer the words we heard about
To the ones we're exposed to

No I, I've heard some things about a million times
I still find nothin' to respond to

So we don't talk, no it seems to be
The one true cure for the disease
That tears relationships apart

You'll say something like "how's it goin'"
Watch me cringe, I never wanna hear those words again

When I say "shut up" I just couldn't stand
To talk through the white noise again
When you have no idea how much words mean up here

You say "hey, how are you?"
What's that mean,
Oh sad silent human beings
Your immortal trait is your most tragic flaw