Too Much, Too Late

Intro: F#m Em D Bm F#m G A

        D                       Bm
Well, I heard that you got me a birthday card
D                                 Bm                               G
  But my mailbox still stays empty to go with the empty seat of my car

(A Em F#m G A)

      D                               Bm
And I heard that you've got things to say to me
D                              Bm                         G   A      G
  I was always good at listening, yet I haven't heard you speak to me
      Bm      A         G        A            Em    F#m     G A
And I haven't heard you cry in a while, and I don't know if I want to

Bm          C#m
  It wasn't me
                 G             A                 Bm C#m     G  A
It wasn't really me announcing that I just don't care about anything
Bm        C#m                    G              A                  Bm C#m
  I'm not afraid, I simply don't want to bother with my life right now
            G       A
and all its lifelessness

      D                         Bm
And I know something's going to break this time
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D                            Bm                       G    A
  Could be the sun in my chest or the cloud inside my skull
          G         Bm       A     G  A        Em   F#    G    A
Or maybe, maybe the diamonds in my eyes that I just can't seem to find

Bm          C#m
  It wasn't me
                 G             A                  Bm C#m     G  A
It wasn't really me announcing that I just don't care about anything
Bm        C#m                    G              A                  Bm C#m
  I'm not afraid, I simply don't want to bother with my life right now
            F#       G       F#       G
and all its lifelessness
            F#       G       F#       G
and all its lifelessness

F#       G
           If I could find
F#       G
           the road I've paved
F#       G
           there's still a chance
F#       G               Bm A G
         that I can be saved

(Bm A G)

Bm                  A                     G
   There's still a chance that I can be saved, be saved

Bm          A                      G
   Still a chance that I can be saved, be saved. I hope
Bm           F#m
  Too much, too much
Bm           F#m

(A)

D                      F#m                                 Bm
    We almost built a home, and now it's somewhere i won't go
    A         G
Too much, too late
D                      F#m                                 Bm
    You used to be my home, and now you're someone I don't know
    A         G
Too much, too late

Too late

(D F#m)(x2)

(A D)