Scattered

Later's too Late

I didn't always have to repeat my words to you.

Everyone else yes, but not you.

You'd sit there and stare at me.

Giving me your full attention.

Absorbing everything I said.

And I loved you for that.

You have problems.

I know that.

You need to save other dying relationships.

Relationships with people you tell yourself you'll talk to later .

But...

One day I won't be there.

When you say "later..."

" it'll happen later...."

" I'll tell you later....."

"Later......"

Later

Later

Now I'm always later.

Now I'm screaming right in your face.

Staring right at you.

And you look past me.

You'll look at me later.

You'll listen to me later.

I won't be here later.