The queen of awkward small talk is somewhere to be found;
Her quiet voice is lost; it's drowned in the crowd.
She tries her best now to make herself heard,
But there's no conviction behind her words.
Her words describe things, for which she has no care;
She doesn't feel like she's got anything to share.
She's tired, so tired of repeating herself;
Talk about nothing and trying to make it sell.
She knows, she knows, she knows it's time to leave this place.
You found another place, a different crowd;
Your voice won't go to waste; you can hear yourself aloud.
Your words, stronger now, find their audience.
Your awkward small talk can now be put to rest.