It's Too Late
I feel asleep at the wheel
while she slipped on out the door;
I didn’t notice, but the signs were there -
She didn’t love me anymore.
She probably told me, but I didn’t listen -
focusing on the football score.
The home team won; I took the bet,
but my loses continue to soar.
That Queen-sized bed that seemed so small
when the two of us fought over the sheets;
Engulfs me now in emptiness
and a guilt that is complete;
A love that I took for granted
just drove away on down the street;
My complacency and self-centeredness
has left me in defeat.
Her recorded voice on our answering machine,
I know I should erase;
I know that I am the one to blame
for the sad look upon her face;
Her cries for attention I brushed aside
when instead I should embrace;
And now I hear echoes in every room
of this sad and lonely place.
It’s too late to ask forgiveness
It’s too late to change my ways
It’s too late to make amends
It’s too late to save the day
It’s too late to say “I love you”
And to show you just how much
It’s too late to recognize you
And for your heart my love to touch
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