It's Too Late

It's Too Late Your hand is shaking
By the sweet candle light.
As the sugar comes to boil,
If you don't spill
You've got it right now.
Pull back the trigger,
Draw enough for your run.
There's a hole that screams your name
And now you've got to get it on, now.
She brings you comfort
And she makes you feel good,
But she never answers questions
That you've ever understood, no.
Just let your mind go
And your body will come.
But be sure that come tomorrow
You know where to get you some, boy.
It's too late,
Now you've gotta get straight.
Can you hold yourself together
When your blood holds your fate?
It's too late,
Now you've gotta get straight.
This is something that you've started for the end you can't wait.

It's too late.
Oh, it's too late.
Oh, it's too late.
Ooh, it's too late

What used to be a kick
Or something for fun,
Now is making your decisions
And it's seldom the right one, and
Pull back the trigger,
Draw enough for your run.
There's a hole that screams your name
And now we've get it on, boy.