Something is off, do you feel it today?
Even the clocks strike a minute too late,
but I try to make it on time.
I missed the bus so I’m walking to school.
I missed the chance to catch up too, and I missed you.
I came to visit, but you’d just gone away.
I bought a rose, but you had a bouquet.
I still try to make it on time.
Like the constellations up in the sky,
they’ll never see the morning light
like you and I.
What could have been makes me stay.
It’s so fucked up, I’m just a minute too late.
But I’ll keep making the bed for two.
I’ll keep making the bed for you.