Not Too Late

"Don't listen, don't tell" calling up from Hell I was fucked from the first day, you knew I could tell It's that kind of game, and knew I would be playing But you got her, and I got him And I got morals that are peeking in I shouldn't be smiling at my phone And I'd never do it, but I get close I get close But it's not too late I can cut it off before I break 'Cause I know the words I need to say I can quit the game before I play 'Cause it's not too late Call you up, try to keep my dignity Tell you that I think it's just proximity Oh, you know it's true I'm coming home to you Said "I know you'd never do it so I think that I'll be fine I know I can believe you 'cause you tell me every time" And it's not too late I can cut it off before I break 'Cause I found the words I need to say And I molded them like a potter's clay And I let them sit inside my throat Until I thought that I would choke Then I did what I said I would do (did what I said) I cut it out and I chose you Oh, I mopped it up in one clean stroke (I'd do it again) I cut it off before I broke (I did what I said)