I guess I’m just sick of being the ‘too little too late’
They want me once I’m gone
I really need a full joint and a night on the balcony with you
Because you were the only one of us three that had a sound mind
(I know you wouldn’t agree)
There’s still blood on my hands from you
Will I ever come clean?
I guess it’s my fault for sitting silent and drinking cold coffee
Instead of reaching and surpassing this
Is there snow where you are?
Because this winter may kill me