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 got to tell you I hope you already know What you reap is what you sow And so I gotta say somthing I just can't leave like this No 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 somthing I just can't leave like this No no 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's broke in your head Tell me now if I'm pushing too hard. I gotta say somthing I just can't leave like this No no Hear you talking Your excuses make me sick It's getting old (its getting old)