Too Late

The sterile cotton sheet is pulled No one is here, but me, and maybe you I wonder if you're watching me Stumbling over what to do She said it was time I stayed in bed a little longer Till it was too late Now blood rushes to my head My legs are growing weak I caress your calloused hands Through tears, I cannot speak There's so much I want to say So many things I want to change Your blue eyes Brought the color to my own Tell me, how, at 17, I'll ever make it here alone Because I don't know