(Verse 1)

I’m late to every moment, late to every start,

watch life take off while I’m still stuck at the fucking mark.

Everyone’s ahead, yeah they moved on fast,

I’m choking on the present, haunted by the past.

I wake up pissed, already behind,

like time woke up early just to fuck with my mind.

I scroll through success like it’s mocking my face,

thinking “if I started sooner, I’d be in that place.”

(Pre-Chorus)

They say “you’ve got time,” yeah, fuck that lie,

time doesn’t wait, it just waves goodbye.

I feel late to healing, late to love,

late to becoming who I was supposed to fucking be.

(Chorus)

I’m always too fucking late,

to fix my shit, to change my fate.

Late to the dream, late to the fight,

late to living my goddamn life.

I chase the clock but it laughs in my face,

ticks loud as hell just to piss on my pace.

Always too fucking late —

and I hate myself for the wait.

(Verse 2)

I hesitate, then hate myself,

watch chances rot on the fucking shelf.

I overthink till the moment’s dead,

then replay it all in my goddamn head.

I say “tomorrow,” like tomorrow’s real,

like time gives a shit how I feel.

Every missed chance leaves a bruise,

every delay another excuse to lose.

(Pre-Chorus)

I don’t fear failure — I fear the fact

that I could’ve been more if I fucking acted.

Every second screams what I didn’t do,

time’s a bastard and it knows it too.

(Chorus)

I’m always too fucking late,

to say the words, to set things straight.

Late to love, late to forgive,

late to decide how the fuck I live.

I see the door right as it shuts,

feel the lock click — that’s my luck.

Always too fucking late —

yeah, I hesitate, then suffocate.

(Bridge)

Fuck patience.

Fuck “trust the process.”

Fuck pretending delay is wisdom.

Sometimes it’s fear.

Sometimes it’s sabotage.

Sometimes it’s just me fucking myself over again.

(Verse 3)

I watch younger versions of me in my head,

full of plans, not tired, not dead.

Now I’m older, bitter, running on fumes,

asking “what the fuck did I do with my youth?”

I don’t need more reminders, I feel it enough,

every birthday hits like a punch in the gut.

Time keeps receipts, remembers it all —

every moment I froze instead of answering the call.

(Final Chorus)

I’m always too fucking late,

but I’m sick of bleeding from hesitation’s blade.

If I’m behind, then fuck the race,

I’ll move now — not at a “better” pace.

Time can scream, time can hate,

but I’m done letting fear decide my fate.

I was always too fucking late —

until now.

(Outro)

If this is my moment —

I’m not missing it.