There\'s a picture of me over the bathroom sink

That looks more distinct every morning

It\'s got those lines in the face that get deeper every day

I high five Me anyway Because I\'m just a

Late-Bloomer, Coffee Spooner

It\'s too early to tell

But it\'s too late to change

There\'s a song in my head when I get up out of bed

I can\'t tell if I wrote it

Or just wish that I had

As if It\'s only a song that can change who I was

And who I might become instead of who I am

A late-bloomer, Part-time crooner

Music pays the bills cause I don\'t got bills to pay

Late-Bloomer should have learned sooner

I\'d be filthy rich If I really knew how to play

Late-bloomer I\'ll be leaving soon or

the neighbor\'s gonna wonder what I do in here all day

Late-bloomer no one talks to you

When you\'re pushing thirty and you live your life this way

Late-Bloomer The same Hallelujah that got me this far is gonna break me down again

Late-Bloomer, Hey, what\'s it to you? I guess it doesn\'t matter. We all go down singing.