Too Late

With you,

confused,

with all the best to loose.

Happy thoughts,

lonely days,

my selfish heart,

and my wandering ways.

I close my eyes and hope to get

one last kiss on my salty lips.

I turn around and say “Good night.”

Too late, too late, too late

for me and you.

It’s me,

not you,

that broke a heart in two.

So where’s the glue,

a needle, thread,

elastic tape?

Oh, what a mess.

I hope to make things better and right,

still I’ve got a greater and a meaner fright.

I turn around and say “Good bye.”

Too late, too late, too late

for me and you.