Too Late.
July 22, 2010
(Just found this. I wrote it the night before I left for my freshman year of college.)
V1
Up late, can’t wait/
Time to be moving’ on.
Don’t doubt, stressed out/
Can’t hide my feelings. Will I be strong?
V2
Pen up, brain’s stuck/
Could I truly write it down?
Here it goes, hope it flows/
Ends on the ceiling, or on the ground.
Chorus
How do you spell anxiety?
And what word rhymes with fun?
I need a phrase for complicated,
“Walk it off,” is overrated…
The issue’s not one of simplicity/
It will make sense when I’m done.
V3
Stakes high, pen’s dry/
Changing lives sure takes time.
Goodbyes, mom cries/
My mind’s still reeling, oh and I’m….
Bridge
Questioning myself. Yes, I’m/
wrestling with the doubt!
I’ve got a dinner date with fate,/
I have crossed the airport gate, and/
those jets don’t stop for, “Wait!”
It really seems too late….
Chorus
How do you spell anxiety?
And what word rhymes with fun?
I need a phrase for complicated,
“Walk it off,” is overrated…
The issue’s not one of simplicity/
It will make sense when I’m done.
V4
Pen rests, confessed/
stress is gone at last.
Class test, feel blessed/
I’ve got a feeling, that this has passed.
