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.