Rest - Miggs

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