Trivia Nights for the Dead

We used to sit in quiet rooms

Answering questions no one asked

The ghosts kept score, the night kept time

And we laughed like it might last

But now the answers fade

And no one keeps the score

Trivia nights for the dead

Whispered through a closing door

Your chair is there, it waits in dust

The ink has dried where we wrote trust

The questions hang, but no one speaks

Only silence wins each week

And now the answers fade

And no one keeps the score

Trivia nights for the dead

Whispered through a closing door

Every fact was fragile

Every lie was kind

Now the room is empty

But you're etched inside my mind

Trivia nights for the dead

Where the questions never end