Habit

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
 But 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
 But 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