Broke In The Head

You haven't said a single thing

The whole way home

The air is thick from awkward silence

So you turn up the radio

And I don't think I've got to tell you

I hope you already know

What you reap is what you sow

And so

I gotta say something

I just can't leave it like this, no

Pretty soon we'll hit your driveway

And you'll escape off in your house

So maybe I'll just hit the highway

And maybe you'll open your mouth and let it out

I gotta say something

I just can't leave it like this, no

I hear you talking, your excuses make me sick

It's getting old

Is there anything that I could've said

To help you fix what you broke in your head?

Tell me now if I'm pushing too hard

I gotta say something

I just can't leave it like this, no

Hear you talking, your excuses make me sick

It's getting old

It's getting old

It's getting old

It's getting old

It's getting old