I really didn't lose my temper Or did I, I don't know the difference There was no awkward silence Only slightly shut doors My mind can't snap out of it Before running away I woke up in a haze In a city with no space If you couldn't find it in faith You only keep on digging deeper You're worry like a disbeliever You will get stretch marks Put a pretty face on and hide it Sure you did it right But you are late Things they look great But you are late Sure you did it right But you are late Things they look great But you are late Your little rebellion You're Late You are way too old for this You're late You're late