Things I Don't Say

There's water pooling on the floor
Did my best to sweep it all out of the door
I'm pretending it's clean but it's all an act
'Cuz each time I think it's dry the water comes back
I try to spend each morning in the shade
Walk among the gloom that rests within these graves
Pick up the keys to the car, still got some gas
Lost my grip on perception but its all coming back

So i'll call you on the drive home
When you want to talk the most
Force myself to tell you how I'm feeling
Without hanging up the phone
It's a freedom that I always seem to forget
'Cuz its the things that i don't say i always forget

Bought myself some dinner at a truck stop
The hostess smiled while I was drawing on the place mat
If angels are real they're pouring coffee on the highway
I woke up in the grass smoking blacks behind a cafe
Cursing in the hardware aisle and trying to leave the store
But the clerk wants to see whats in my bag
What the fuck would i be stealing for