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