Inside a fridge, I'll be consumed
Repressed cocoon
All my organs that I've kept
And the days that I neglect
Expire too
I'm always late
I never have time
To give to you
Empty flowers in window panes
To starve again
Messages they pile up
Even though the chord's been cut
And severed through
Why are people so disposable?
They leave so soon
All the ones you want to stay
Always seem to fade away
The bad ones too
I'm always late
I never have time
To give to you
How could I change
If I'm always late
To give to you