| 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 way 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 |