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)