Lyric

I almost called you after two

Just to hear you say my name

I watched the screen until it dimmed

Like maybe you’d come back again

I should have said, stay a little

I should have asked what's wrong

Instead I folded up the evening

And let the silence carry on

Now your name sits in my phone

Like a door I can't walk through

Is it still too late for us?

Could I come back softly?

If I said the things I swallowed

Would you still know me?

Is there one small place left

Where we could begin again?

Is it still too late for us?

I don't know how to ask

The grocery list is on the fridge

You wrote: oranges, and tea

I hear you laughing at the part

Where I spilled coffee on my sleeve

I wish I'd told you I was scared

Not tired, not just confused

I wish I'd held your hand that night

Instead of turning loose

Some mornings almost feel like then

Until I reach for you

Is it still too late for us?

Could I come back softly?

If I said the things I swallowed

Would you still know me?

Is there one small place left

Where we could begin again?

Is it still too late for us?

I don't know how to ask

I won't promise perfect days

I only miss the ordinary

Your shoes beside the bedroom door

Your voice asking if I'm hungry

Is it still too late for us?

Even just a little?

If I leave the light on low

Would you come near it?

Is there one small place left

Where we could begin again?

Is it still too late for us?

Please tell me how to ask

[Outro]

I kept your blue mug by the sink

Just in case you came back