My, how things get strangernWe inherit these behaviorsnSee where we got 'emnnNo I'm as much a product as the remaindernOf all the advice of those strangers nThat I never wantednnAs concerned as we were when we learnednHow things could turn aroundnI think we prefer the words we heard aboutnTo the ones we're exposed tonnNo I, I've heard some things about a million timesnI still find nothin' to respond tonnSo we don't talk, no it seems to be nThe one true cure for the diseasenThat tears relationships apartnnYou'll say something like how's it goin'nWatch me cringe, I never wanna hear those words againnnWhen I say shut up I just couldn't standnTo talk through the white noise againnWhen you have no idea how much words mean up herennYou say hey, how are you?nWhat's that mean,nOh sad silent human beingsnYour immortal trait is your most tragic flaw