Lyrics by Matthew Connor

sittin’ in the kitchen with a thin bloodline
all wearing matching lipstick from a cheap red wine
the brothers and the sisters with their misses and misters
staring down the empty chair right next to mine
but there’s an elephant on the dinner table
and the rabbit in the hat is dead
and we’re crossing our legs at polite angles
and we’re folding our hands and bowing our heads

wanna scream it, wanna shout it, it’s not wise to talk about it
it’s a sensitive subject
wanna laugh it, wanna cry it, wanna say it then deny it
it’s a sensitive subject
the things we’re doing in the dark ain’t the stuff of christmas cards
oh no, no, no, no, no
wanna hang you from my arm like a banner, like a charm
but it’s a sensitive subject

mama smoked her way down to a baritone
nobody really likes to live alone
so now she’s living with the guy she sent packing before
that man who speaks in sports metaphors
but there’s an elephant on the dinner table
and the rabbit in the hat is dead
and we’re crossing our legs at polite angles
and we’re folding our hands and bowing our heads

wanna scream it, wanna shout it, it’s not wise to talk about it
it’s a sensitive subject
wanna laugh it, wanna cry it, wanna say it then deny it
it’s a sensitive subject
the things we’re doing in the dark ain’t the stuff of christmas cards
oh no, no, no, no, no
wanna hold it, wanna hit it, wanna mop the floors with it
it’s so sensitive

there’s an elephant on the dinner table
hey, mama, could you pass the bread?

wanna scream it, wanna shout it, it’s not wise to talk about it
it’s a sensitive subject
wanna laugh it, wanna cry it, wanna say it then deny it
it’s a sensitive subject
the things we’re doing in the dark ain’t the stuff of christmas cards
oh no, no, no, no, no
wanna fight it, wanna win it, wanna rub your face in it
but it’s a sensitive subject