I wanna tell you I'm sorry
But what’s a couple words?
Drops in the Pacific between us

I wanna tell you I'm sorry
Not that I'd go back
Just that I miss what it was

But I’ve got a bad habit of holding my tongue
I've 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
In cathedrals and border towns
And I love you even now
I love you even now

But I got a bad habit

I wanna tell you I'm sorry
You and the other ones
But some how we don't
Keep in touch
I wanna tell you I'm sorry
Look back and laugh and say
God, it is so hard
Growing up

But I've got a bad habit of holding my tongue
I've got a bad habit of holding my tongue

Weeks like these
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 toward death
We lock eyes with meaning
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
Of holding my tongue
Holding my