Small Talk

See that woman like a work of art,
taking names and breaking hearts,
but you don’t know what you don’t know:

Stolen kisses and big white lies,
scenes that she don’t recognize,
and what’s buried in the snow
is not what you see on the socials.

See that woman? Well she
had three babies and she’s got three kids,
it’s not as simple as you think it is.
You don’t know what you don’t know.

Ask her why they’re far apart,
she could tell you and break your heart.
But, she’ll probably just let it go
(like she’ll do again and she’s done before)

‘cause our bodies are not small talk
and our losses are not chat.
Louder for the people in the back
who want to ask her at the checkout:

“Where’s you baby? Where’s your man?
Tell me all your future plans!
Don’t be sitting on your hands,
when you know that time’s a tickin’!
Aren’t you wishing you could
Settle down (settle down, settle)
Settle down, (settle down, settle)
Settle down, settle? Rest your weary bones!
Settle down (settle down, settle)
Settle down, (settle down, settle)
Settle down, settle? Keep up with the Jones’!”

See that woman up on that stage
wonderin’ why she’s disengaged
and you don’t know what you don’t know.

Why do you need to know that?
How she’s suffered, or what she’s lost?
Missed the warning, paid the cost,
if she goes on with the show?

Snap one more for the socials
and make her body small talk
and just make her loss your chat
louder for the people in the back
who want to ask her on the way out:

“Where’s you baby? Where’s your man?
Tell me all your future plans!
Don’t go sitting on your hands,
when you know that time’s a tickin’!
Aren’t you wishing you could
Settle down (settle down, settle)
Settle down, (settle down, settle)
Settle down, settle? Rest your weary bones?
Settle down (settle down, settle)
Settle down, (settle down, settle)
Settle down, settle? Keep up with the Jones’?”


I can hear you talkin’ talkin’,
I can hear you talkin’ talkin’,
I can hear you talkin’ talkin’,
I can hear you talkin’ talkin’.