Late

Late
It's getting late
I took too long for you
I'm just a throw away
But wait
Baby wait
Am I something new
Or something you could replace

All too easy to break
No defense to the sight of your face
Unassumingly playing with fate
Push me to speak and I'll fall to the brink
I get carried away
Unconsciously floating in space
You got me hating my personal space
You got me hating my

You waited patiently
And I've been a bit extreme
But you never let me down yeah
You had a chance to leave
But speaking honestly
You are the reason I dream

And it's all too easy to break
No defense to the sight of your face
Unassumingly playing with fate
Push me to speak and I'll fall to the brink
I get carried away
Unconsciously floating in space
You got me hating my personal space
You got me hating my



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Writer(s): Matthew Crawford
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