dear you,
i'm holding on your rope,
got me ten feet off the ground
i'm hearing what you say but I just can't make a sound.
you tell me that you need me,
then you go and cut me down, but wait,
you tell me that you're sorry;
didn't think i'd turn around, and say:

it's too late to apologize, it's too late;
i said it's too late to apologize, it's too late.

i'd take another chance, take a fall
take a shot for you.
and i need you like a heart needs a beat-
but it was nothing new.
i loved you with a fire red-
now it's turning blue.

and you say "sorry",
like the angel heaven let me think was you.
but i'm afraid, it's too late to apologize,
it's too late, i said it's too late to apologize,
it's too late.
yours,
me.