The sun shined on my face
And you saw my absence
There could’ve been anyone under those rays

My feet ran me away
That’s become the new cliché
What was meant as an escape in both ways
Is now just another trope of the stage

I inhabit 52 different characters a year
Everyone of them working on a deadline
But I’ve never been good with deadlines
And I’ve yet to find a persona that is
So I’ll keep looking

They didn’t play the song that I wanted them
To play at the dance it was just the same old trash
But somehow it’s popular
The people voted and got what they wanted
And then complained all through the night
About the music from fifth grade
But it was all from this year
Someone started a conga parade

The sun shined on my face
And you saw my absence
There could’ve been anyone under those rays
But this time it was me
And you saw your reflection in my eyes

I’m urbane; I’m not boorish
Debonair; not churlish
I’m smooth; not classless
I’m suave; not clownish
I’m Mark Twain; I’m not Congress
My friend’s gone; I didn’t know him
I’m witty; I’m not funny
I’m together; I’m discarded
I’m a brand new book and I’m open
But my pages are worn together with age
A invalid trapped behind a younger face

I knew from the moment I met you
But I met you seven years before becoming friends with you
And now I don’t remember how we became friends at all
Pouring out my secrets is the only thing I can recall
You fell hard for a genuine human
I don’t know that genuine‘s the right word to use
Cause I’m too honest with myself to ever be
Truly objective on anything else

I couldn’t see but my skin was see through
I couldn’t hear but my cries were amplified
I couldn’t speak but my cries were amplified
I couldn’t feel man what could I do

I couldn’t see that your skin was pulsing
I couldn’t hear that your cries were for me
I couldn’t speak but your words they saved me
I couldn’t feel man I shoulda fallen too
I should've fallen too

It’s too late it’s too late it's too late
It’s the perfect time to be in love
It’s too late it’s too late it's too late
There’s no better time to be in love
It’s too late it’s too late it's too late
It’s the perfect time to be in love
It’s too late it’s too late it's too late
There’s no better time to be in love

No one ever looks good walking out of the water
Says everyone to the mirror
And who can pull off that look anyway
Says everyone to themselves
Things are looking up on the other side
Says everyone in front of the mirror
I can make it through 53 weeks in a year
Says everyone to themselves

(It’s too late, it’s too late, it’s too late
It’s too late, it’s too late, it’s too late)
(Whatever I say it’s not alright
Whatever I say we won’t be fine
Whatever I say it’s not alright
We won’t be fine but we’ll make it this time)
I’m gonna get myself down
I know it’s not your fault
We can take a trip out of town
Skin our knees on the worn down asphalt