Briston Maroney - Small talk

And halfway home, you caught me at the station
Struck me up with quiet conversation
It'd been months since you had set me free
Filled me in on your newfound meditation
The quiet life helped your dedication
The dreams that you loved more than you loved me

And I do not want to be cold to you
You left me no choice again

But, girl, you better act your age
Or you're gonna find yourself alone some day
Standing still in the same old place
Looking the same as yesterday
Let me let you in on a secret
You got lies, I wish you would keep them
Beside your cage with a broken lock
I'm sick of this small talk
I'm sick of this small talk

You cannot lie, not what I expected to see
You shake at every simple question
I know you more than you could ever hope I would
So take me up the stairs, saw you from a distance
With a cigarette, swore that you would quit
And what's this? A cloud that hangs over our heads

And I do not want to be cold to you
You left me no choice again

But, girl, you better act your age
Or you're gonna find yourself alone some day
Standing still in the same old place
Looking the same as yesterday
Let me let you in on a secret
You got lies, I wish you would keep them
Beside your cage with a broken lock
I'm sick of this small talk
I'm sick of this small talk
I'm sick of this small talk
Sick of this small talk