From the recording Dust 'n Bones

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Lyrics

A Little Too Late

This bottles gotta help me something’s really got me and I got no where to turn
I've been hanging tooth & nail, patient as a snail, hopin’ I don’t crash & burn
And it’s scarin’ me to death to think about the rest of my life as a bittersweet song
But I finally realized, it took me by surprise and now I’m left to wonder on

As my tongue is a bleedin’ and the words are a breakin’ a little too little too late
My body lyin’ still as my mind starts to achin’ a little too little too late
My tongue is a bleedin’ as my mind starts to achin’ a little too little too late
A little too little, I’m feelin’ belittled, a little too little too late

I still don’t understand as I try to make a plan under smokey barroom lights
I could drink myself a river but it won’t drown the shivers and make everything alright
Well I know there’s been times when I’ve stopped to wonder why the hell I just don’t give it up
And will it be worth the sacrifice and hurt when there’s no guarantees it’ll all work

My tongue is a bleedin’ as the words are a breakin’ a little too little too late
My body lyin’ still as my mind starts to achin’ a little too little too late
My tongue is a bleedin’ as my mind starts to achin’ a little too little too late
A little too little, I’m feelin’ belittled too little a little too… late

In this house as I sit all alone I’m wonderin’ I feel like a leaf in the breeze
I hear the echo’s of a voice tellin’ me I got a choice and I think it’s time to redeem
But when the moon kills the sun and it’s time to get along and these walls won’t let me out
I wish I had a wreckin’ ball waiting on my beckon call so I could knock those fuckin’ walls down

My tongue is a bleedin’ as the words are a breakin’ a little too little too late
My body lyin’ still as my mind starts to achin’ a little too little too late
My tongue is a bleedin’ as my mind starts to achin’ a little too little too late
A little too little, I’m feelin’ belittled, a little too little too late
A little too little, I’m feelin’ belittled, a little too little too late…


Words & Music: Steven Wells
Drunk Mosquitoes BMI © 2008
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Steven Wells: Lead & Harmony Vocals, Rhythm Guitars
Joey Maggard: Lead & Rhythm Guitars, Harmony Vocals
Matt Conlin: Bass
Eric Fields: Drums