Too Much, Too Late

Well, I heard that you got me a birthday card
 But my mailbox still stays empty to go with the empty seat of my car
 And I heard that you've got things to say to me
 I was always good at listening, yet I haven't heard you speak to me
 And I haven't heard you cry in a while, and I don't know if I want to
 It wasn't me
 It wasn't really me announcing that I just don't care about anything
 I'm not afraid, I simply don't want to bother with my life right now, and all its lifelessness
 And I know something's going to break this time
 Could be the sun in my chest or the cloud inside my skull
 Or maybe, maybe the diamonds in my eyes that I just can't seem to find
 It wasn't me
 It wasn't really me announcing that I just don't care about anything
 I'm not afraid, I simply don't want to bother with my life right now, and all its lifelessness
 If I could find the road I've paved, there's still a chance that I can be saved
 There's still a chance that I can be saved, be saved
 Still a chance that I can be saved, be saved
 Too much, too much
 We almost built a home, and now it's somewhere i won't go
 Too much, too late
 You used to be my home, and now you're someone I don't know
 Too much, too late
 Too late