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