Testo I'll Be Late

Driving, fears away
closer, yet so far ago
near you, you've turned away
leave me on this path alone

So I'll be late

coming back from my destination why must you hate
what I live for my complication
passing thoughts they fade
into their sea of grey

somehow, something's wrong
fear that you won't come along

So I'll be late

coming back from my destination
why must you hate
what I live for my complication
standing alone
was I so wrong, was I the wrong stabbing to know
not a secret, I've been burned the bad words

So I'll be late

coming back from my destination
why must you hate
what I live for my complication

I'll be, I'll be
Yes, I'll be late
I'll be, I'll be
Yes, I'll be late