Most days I think about the way you'd check in with me,
You'd always say
"How's things?"
I can still remember the funny way you pronounce my name
Conversations last till morning comes and then we
Step into the shade
Every time we say goodbye
I hope that this won't be the last time I see your face
What if I'm too late?
Will you be the same?
What if I'm too late?
I hope this won't be the last time I see your face
Find myself talking to the mirror
Hanging on the bathroom wall
With the water on
Drowning out the sounds of me rehearsing what to say if you call
Contemplation gets me kinda dizzy when I think about what went wrong
Self-reflection only gets you so far when you feel the guilt all along
What if I'm too late?
Will you be the same?
What if I'm too late?
I hope this won't be the last time I see your face
What if I'm too late?
(Self-reflection only gets you so far)
Will you be the same?
(When you feel the guilt all along)
What if I'm too late?
(Don't know what you have till it's gone)
I hope this won't be the last time I see your face
