It's never too late to be the bad guy
It's never too late to change my mind
I'd rather dodge a bullet and scrape up both my knees
Than take one to the head, died from your disease
I can't believe I've wasted all those years of patience
Don't know how you got me to compromise all of me
I'm glad I dodged a bullet
Blessed with blood glazed calves
My heads thinking more clearly now that you're in my past
It's never too late to regain your insight
My stomach was talking but I wasn't listening
It's never too hard to see what's in your face
The frowned mouth that scolds me handed me my fate
It's never too late to hear your own cries
It's never too late to unbury yourself from lies