Most days I think about the way you'd check in with me, you’d always say
“How's things?”
I can still remember the funny way you pronounce my name

Conversations last till morning comes and then we
Step into the shade
Every time we say goodbye
I hope that this won't be the last time I see your face

What if I’m too late?
Will you be the same?
What if I'm too late?
I hope this won't be the last time I see your face

Find myself talking to the mirror hanging on the bathroom wall
With the water on, drowning out the sounds of me rеhearsing what to say if you call

Contemplation gets mе kinda dizzy when I think about what went wrong
Self-reflection only gets you so far when you feel the guilt all along

What if I'm too late?
Will you be the same?
What if I'm too late?
I hope this won't be the last time I see your face

What if I'm too late?
Will you be the same? (Self-reflection only gets you so far when you feel the guilt all along)
What if I'm too late? (Don’t know what you have till it’s gone)
I hope this won't be the last time I see your face