Too Late

i live life like a fat king on the outside

but on the insides im dying, im starving, a peasent eating shit

its so easy to float, but hard to swim

and goals dont come easy, and moneys still paper

i only get self-conscious while on amphetamines

if you take away my demons, i'll show you my angel

i lust after the luster left in the vast air

boy and i can see it all now, regrets equal misplaced choices

its so easy to choke when you want to die that bad

does heaven take give-ups? "not this time of year"

you'd better wait till summer, maybe a cloud will clear

then life could be better, i wish i could of told you this

where did you go charlie brownstone

where did you go uncle eli