It's Too Late

I feel asleep at the wheel while she slipped on out the door; I didn’t notice, but the signs were there - She didn’t love me anymore. She probably told me, but I didn’t listen - focusing on the football score. The home team won; I took the bet, but my loses continue to soar. That Queen-sized bed that seemed so small when the two of us fought over the sheets; Engulfs me now in emptiness and a guilt that is complete; A love that I took for granted just drove away on down the street; My complacency and self-centeredness has left me in defeat. Her recorded voice on our answering machine, I know I should erase; I know that I am the one to blame for the sad look upon her face; Her cries for attention I brushed aside when instead I should embrace; And now I hear echoes in every room of this sad and lonely place. It’s too late to ask forgiveness It’s too late to change my ways It’s too late to make amends It’s too late to save the day It’s too late to say “I love you” And to show you just how much It’s too late to recognize you And for your heart my love to touch