Too Late, Too Early, Too in Love

So much that could be said, So much that should've been said. For now it floats somewhere right above us, Watching, waiting, circling overhead. Was there too little? Was there too much? Was I too damn careful when I should've rushed? Built me a palace on a sandy shore, Now the tide rolled up and kicked in the door. Same walls I raised just to call it home Turned to a prison, turned to a tomb. Time don't care what a heart goes through, Clock keeps ticking like it always do Too late, too early, too deep in love, Words like vultures circling above. I bit my tongue till the moment was gone, Now the silence sings the loudest song. Too late! Too early! Too in love! Had the right damn words but I choked 'em up. Now they're coming down with a heart-rip rush, Like black-wing birds when the sky erupts. Too late! Too early! Too in love! Built my whole damn kingdom out of dust. The tide rolled in, now the throne is stone, And I'm still here—too damn alone. If every word I never said got carved in stone, You'd need a mountain just to hold 'em all. Everest looking at my headstone scared, Saying, hell no, brother, that's too damn tall. Got apologies stacked like unpaid bills, Got confessions buried underneath these hills. Got an I miss you riding shotgun tonight, And an I still love you I can't make right. Cold hard feeling, indifferent time, One keeps bleeding, one walks the line. Seconds don't stop for a fool like me, They just kick up dust while they watch me bleed. Say it now! Say it loud! Before forever shuts your mouth! Say it wrong! Say it scared! Silence never proved you cared! There was a moment—I swear there was— When one true sentence might've been enough. But I waited for perfect, and perfect never came, Now I'm yelling your name at an empty frame. Too late! Too early! Too in love! Had the right damn words but I choked 'em up. Now they're coming down with a heart-rip rush, Like black-wing birds when the sky erupts. Too late! Too early! Too in love! Built my whole damn kingdom out of dust. The tide rolled in, now the throne is stone, And I'm still here—too damn alone. So much that could be said. So much that should've been said. Now it floats somewhere above me still, Watching... waiting... overhead. Too late. Too early. Too in love. Too alone.