Too Late

Looking back on history, the mystery our misery

I’ve never felt so incomplete

I’ll kill the pain with one more drink

I’m sorry I’m not like them

Now it’s time for me to choose

It’s me, myself, and I or you

We both know who is gonna lose

And honestly there’s no excuse

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry

Monday’s too late, I don’t think I’ll make it on my own

Tuesday you’ll say I think that I’m better off alone

Wednesday night I’m not alright

But Thursday now I’m coming down

So Friday I say I don’t think I’ll make it

I slur my words, my vision blurs

Stab the dagger, twist and turn

‘Cause killing me’s the only cure

It’s the only way to lift this curse

I’m sorry you’re all I have

And now you lay me down to sleep

I beg and plead for sympathy

By Saturday I’m on my feet

But Sunday night it all repeats

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry

Monday’s too late, I don’t think I’ll make it on my own

Doomsday you’ll say I think I’m better off alone

Monday’s too late, I don’t think I’ll make it on my own

Doomsday’s today, I don’t think I’ll make it