Lyrics It's Not Too Late - High Sunn, Cold Hart

It's Not Too Late

This night without you feels like hell
You’re living through my fingertips
I’m sorry for crying through this whole trip
It’s the thing I hate, every three days
Poppin' off this Caltrain even if I wanna stay
Is it harder to see, that you were next to me (next to me)
I think my liver is blasting
How is this happening to me?
Don’t go, I need someone to hold
Like the snow, falling on me slow (so slow)
Don’t go (don't go), there’s no one I know like you
That helps me make it through (through)