Too Late to Say

I get a little bit tired

From all the memories I've got inside my head

I get a little bit higher

Even though I know I'm not deserving it

I feel a little desire

Every time I open up and lose control

But now I'm out of one-liners

And still a little bit tired

When there's a good thing coming

I turn around instead

I'm getting good at ignoring it

Is it too late to say that I'm lost on my own?

It's like all of it's for naught on a sinking stone

So I'll tighten my grip on the last part of me

Is it too late to say I was always afraid?

But not today

No, not today

Remember late 2000s

Empty bottles and a pencil in my hand

Maybe a part of me doubted

So I never said the things I should've said

It turns out that it's a challenge, the balance

I'm probably thinking too much about it

The sentiment was lost, but I found it along the way, yeah

When there's a good thing coming

I drown it out instead

I can't keep it from flooding in

Is it too late to say that I'm lost on my own?

It's like all of it's for naught on a sinking stone

So I'll tighten my grip on the last part of me

Is it too late to say I was always afraid?

But not today

When crashes come calling

Still, I keep stalling

Who am I to say

I can't take it all the way?

When crashes come calling

Still, I keep stalling

Who am I to say

I can't take it all the way?

Is it too late to say that I'm lost on my own?

It's like all of it's for naught on a sinking stone

So I'll tighten my grip on the last part of me

Is it too late to say I was always afraid?

Is it too late to say that I'm lost on my own?

It's like all of it's for naught on a sinking stone

So I'll tighten my grip on the last part of me

Is it too late to say I was always afraid?

Is it too late to say I was always afraid?

But not today

No, not today