Too Late

Looking back on history, the mystery our misery I've never felt so incomplete I'll kill the pain with one more drink I'm sorry I'm not like them Now it's time for me to choose It's me, myself, and I or you We both know who is gonna lose And honestly there's no excuse I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Monday's too late, I don't think I'll make it on my own Tuesday you'll say I think that I'm better off alone Wednesday night I'm not alright But Thursday now I'm coming down So Friday I say I don't think I'll make it I slur my words, my vision blurs Stab the dagger, twist and turn 'Cause killing me's the only cure It's the only way to lift this curse I'm sorry you're all I have And now you lay me down to sleep I beg and plead for sympathy By Saturday I'm on my feet But Sunday night it all repeats I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Monday's too late, I don't think I'll make it on my own Tuesday you'll say I think that I'm better off alone Wednesday night I'm not alright But Thursday now I'm coming down So Friday I say I don't think I'll make it Monday's too late, I don't think I'll make it on my own Doomsday you'll say I think I'm better off alone Monday's too late, I don't think I'll make it on my own Doomsday's today, I don't think I'll make it Monday's too late, I don't think I'll make it on my own Tuesday you'll say I think that I'm better off alone Wednesday night I'm not alright But Thursday now I'm coming down So Friday I say I don't think I'll make it Monday's too late, I don't think I'll make it on my own Doomsday's today, I don't think I'll make it