Too Late

Well I should have fixed it early
But now it's far too late
I can't think about it too much
There's too much that I hate
I want to climb inside
And tear the thoughts from the shelf
But what I want I cant have
I don't even have myself
I'm 33 years and my
Junk don't work
I've got the MPB
And I talk like Captain Kirk
I can't hold my piss
And my eyes stay dry
I'm always feeling sad
And I can't even cry

Cry, no
I can't cry, no
I can't cry, no
I can't cry

And if I had the time again
I'd make the same mistake
It's the ones that bring you in
That mould you into shape
I guess that takes a weight off
But it won't help my mind
It won't clean the slate
No, that would be too kind
Every time a cell splits
It's never quite the same
Maybe that's the reason why
I'm no good with names
If I forfeit on this pill
I may not sleep at night
I don't know the right direction
I don't know what's wrong or right

Right, no
Wrong or right, no
Wrong or right, no
Wrong or right

Please don't say I'm shy
I need to take my time
Please don't say I'm shy
I need to take my time



Credits
Writer(s): Fred Marsh-allen
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