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