Too Little, Too Late

Figure it out Figure it out!
Where's god with my words
He's never on time anymore
I practice all night when he's gone
I never perform I just,
I just like to rehearse
And that's ok for a while
I wonder what made you so hostile
Just having a chat
And you think you're on stage
People don't clap
When they know you're afraid

You're too little, Too late,
Too anxious
Too much,
Too soon,
Too many things for granted
Too many things for granted

I feel the rush Down over my head
Trash those memories Start off fresh
Clean up,
Let go,
Don't reflect
But knowing you, You'll distract yourself instead
Figure it out
Go head an pretend
That you're floating
I see you treading that ocean
You're too late
Too old
Too fake
Two decades wasted on this place

He's here but he's late
That's a no show
So I pump and I blink on my own
No one's in charge
Guess I'm ceo this time
So listen when things rhyme
Find a motif
You are not behind your eyes
You're a pattern in the trees
You're a pattern in the trees

You're too little
Too Late
Too anxious
Too much,
Too soon,
Too many things for granted

You're too little
Too Late
Too anxious
Too much,
Too soon,
Too many things for granted