I Don't Think It's Too Late

Sleeping with you on the couch
Was the best I've felt in months
You know you're my family
Until the day that all my blood stops running
& My heart gives up, they find me in the bathroom tied off
Or like Jason on the kitchen floor
Chain lock on the door & receipts on the table
Twelve unread emails
I was going through withdrawal in a mall
I threw up in the food court
Waiting on a call to come through
And the more half-baked romantic part of my brain
Told me that that was the thing to hold on to

Is it too late?
Were the best times of my life mistakes?
I owe a lot of apologies,
And I wish I'd made some of them sooner
Should've spent more time around mountains and trees
I should've moved back out of the city
I wish I'd read more of the books I bought
Unless heaven is as boring as we always thought
Then I hope they let me read all of the books I brought