Rest

I moved to San Francisco It was the easiest thing to change We talk sometimes on Sundays And pretend that we're still friends And I know she'd never come back And it doesn't feel the same Doesn't mean I don't still think about the good things Yes, I know she'd never come back And I carry all this blame Wish she knew just what she means But I'm too late I'm too late, I got myself into this mess I can't wait, I can't wait, I could never let it rest I still drink too much, she'd say I never told her all the pain And I tried, really, to live for the day I'm still hoping for a change We should learn the most from falling down and figuring how to get back up But we don't And I'm too late