Where's the usual thing? I'm comfortable it's nothing to me Don't interrupt my evening I'm on the phone, watching TV How did he do it? I have to know Why would someone so young With so many reasons to be happy So many reasons to be happy... Last time I saw him, he was laughing Maybe trying too hard We think we're all so invincible But where's the indifference now? What time did they discover him? They had to smash the door And they found him face down They said that there were bottles Bottles and pills all around How and why would anyone Do such a thing without explaining? There must be more to the picture There must be more to the picture We have to dig, we have to pry And speculate until we're sure Was it a tragedy or part of the plan? The devil is in the details There's so much more to know I'm sure there's someone who knew this would happen A high school friend who hadn't seen him in a while An aquiantance who noticed he seemed distant There's so much more to know There's so much more to know So much more to know There's so much more to know Get a picture of his girlfriend crying Flowers strewn around the entrance His parents are asking for some time to grieve Even better can't just everybody leave Even better can't just everybody leave Even better can't just everybody leave