I want to tell you I'm sorry but what's a couple words drops in the pacific between
us I want to tell you I'm sorry not that I'd go back just that I miss what it was
but I got a bad habit of holding my tongue I woke up bereft with no poetry left except
that to be found in sweat stains and coffee grounds what's left of the energy spent keeping
my feet nailed down but life abounds light resounds cathedrals and border towns and
I love you even now and I love you even now but I got a bad habit and I want to tell you
I'm sorry you and the other ones but somehow they don't keep in touch I want to tell you
I'm sorry look back and laugh and say God it is so hard growing up but I got a bad habit
of holding my tongue I got a bad habit of holding my tongue
I wish we were still speaking are you pleased with the pieces of me you'll be keeping you
should be cause life is fleeting and if while we lean towards death we lock eyes with mean
and gleaming and profound then we walk on holy ground so I love you even now I love
you even now but I got a bad habit I got a bad habit I got a bad habit of holding
my tongue I got a bad habit of holding my tongue
I got a bad habit of holding my tongue I got a bad habit of holding my tongue
