Cam Thompson - Late

Late
I'm up late
And this beer's starting to lose its taste
Made
I had it made
'Til I told you I couldn't stay
Don't know why I left, you gave me your best
But I wasn't used to that
Now it's eight months later and I'm stuck thinking
What if I had you back
I wouldn't be drinkin' patron, callin' your phone
Lettin' myself think about what's gone
Or startin' to cry every time a thought of you
Runs across my mind
Heaven knows you did your best
And heaven knows that I regret
Every little thing that makes me hate
Lovin' you too late
Well I'm going out again
Knowing I should probably stay in
'Cause I see him with you
And I know there's nothing I can do
Now you're out on the dance floor while I ask for one more
Then your eyes lock with mine
And all I can think about is spinning you around
Under these neon lights
But I'm stuck here drinkin' patron, all alone
Lettin' myself think about what's gone
Or startin' to cry every time a thought of you
Runs across my mind
Heaven knows you did your best
And heaven knows that I regret
Every little thing that makes me hate
Lovin' you too late
Oh too late
Moving on ain't gonna be easy
'Cause I'm kickin' myself wondering if you'd even
Recognize these headlights
If I headed your way tonight
I wouldn't be drinkin' patron, callin' your phone
Lettin' myself think about what's gone
And startin' to cry every time a thought of you
Runs across my mind
Heaven knows you did your best
And heaven knows that I regret
Every little thing that makes me hate
Lovin' you too late
Oh too late

Written by:
Cameron Thompson

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