I try to spell it out to you, as simply as I can
I would write you notes,
but you'd claim you've forgotten how to read
I would call you, tell you everything
but I would be answered with a monotoned voice
telling me you've disconnected your phone
I try to find you in the crowd,
try to visit your house
you're never in, but you're never out
I don't know where you went, or maybe I do
maybe I don't want to know where you went
maybe the thought of you being gone, is too much
even for me
all I wanted to tell you is that I love you, but it's too late now
too late
always too late
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
I try to spell it out to you, as simply as I can
I would write you notes,
but you'd claim you've forgotten how to read
I would call you, tell you everything
but I would be answered with a monotoned voice
telling me you've disconnected your phone
I try to find you in the crowd,
try to visit your house
you're never in, but you're never out
I don't know where you went, or maybe I do
maybe I don't want to know where you went
maybe the thought of you being gone, is too much
even for me
all I wanted to tell you is that I love you, but it's too late now
too late
always too late
