It’s Too Late

Wish that I had caught you in flight
But I know, it's too late
I was wrong to toss you to the side
Now it's suicide to think about you by my side

The clock slows but it doesn't stop
Melting in my palms
And the pool of you
Slips through the cracks
And into the pores
Of these old oak floors

Waterlogged with time
And in the spring they'll dry
There's something buried below
But I will never know

I wish that I had caught you in flight
But I know, it's too late
I was wrong to toss you to the side
Now it's suicide to think about you ever again

I wish that I had caught you in flight
But I know, it's too late
I was wrong to toss you to the side
Now it's suicide
To think about you ever again
Think of you ever again
Think of you ever again