I was going to spell it out in full detail
But I dropped the call before I spilled my guts
But your floor stayed clean, like my conscience will be
Cause if you heard anything, you didn't hear it from me

And I'm sweeping up the seconds that tick off the clock
And saving them for later when I'm too ticked to talk
And I need some time to search my mind
To locate the words that seem so hard to find

Sometimes I say things that
I wish I could take back
The most crucial thing I lack
Is a thing called tact
But if you're always so intently listening
Then the smartest thing to say is to tell myself not to say a thing