Late

Tried to keep it simple, tried to keep it clean this time
 Tried to look but not to touch
 But I'm addicted to complication
 And I think, I think, I think I think too much
 And I love to show you
 That I can just walk away
 Just walk away
 But it's a little late
 It's a little late for that
 Three-thirty a.m. and we've been talking all night long
 And all my doors are unlocked
 And then you ask me, is anything wrong?
 Please don't be too shocked
 Cause I'd love to tell you
 That everything is fine
 If everything were fine
 But it's a little late
 It's a little late for that
 I think
 It's a little late
 It's a little late for that
 Don't you think?
 No regrets, I want
 No regrets with you
 Only the best, I want
 Only the best for you
 I do
 Now that it's all over we're stuck in this strange dance
 Each trying to claim the blame
 Well blame it on August, blame it on need
 Or blame it on circumstance, but tell me, really
 Is it ever going to be the same?
 (And still)
 I'd love to believe
 That the answer is you
 I'd love to believe it
 But it's a little late
 It's a little late for that
 I think
 It's a little late
 I'm a little late for that
 Don't you think?