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