I may as well try semaphore

As words no longer work

This fool's feeling cornered

And he acted like a jerk He'd tell you he was sorry

If that made good the hurt

It's too late now for sorry

It's too late now for words We survive despite our desire to stray

Hell to pay, thought you knew my desires

It's innate, it's not going away

I hope you're not going away It's a question of convenience

How pain, with time, will fade

Surrendered to acceptance

Dark night gives way to day It was meant to be a gesture

That mark across your face

It's too late now for sorry

It's too late now for grace We survive despite our desire to stray

Hell to pay, thought you knew my desires

It's innate, it's not going away Hell to pay, thought you knew

Hell to pay, thought you knew

Thought you knew, thought you knew